Windows
Sometimes the heavens reveal a small piece of their mystery
If only for a few beats of the clock
Seldom do we listen
To the unseen soldiers in the sky
For we have become a universe of a hurried flock
It's colors reveal the bittersweet sadness
When one gentle voice does not speak
Seldom do we caress
The hand of miracles
That each of us never fail to seek
If the heavens could open for all to see
On one given day we knew
Seldom would disappear
The stairs would be filled
With endless hearts of truth
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I wish to thank Helaine "Vortex" for this heavenly photo she captured and entitled "Eternal Moment."
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