Direct your eyes
to the skies and see if you can find the thin black line where the Earth and heavens meet. See the twinkle of the sprinkled stars across the black expanse as they dance their ballroom dance. Often times you will find a familiar glow, the lunar star stilling the show. See the darker shades as they begin to fade from black to purple to a true sky blue. Outlined in silver is shroud of puffy white clouds and if you didn’t know that ribbon of light is called a rainbow. A bow that appears after the rains and what it contains is foundational, for every color imaginable. Still touring the skies with your eyes see it glow yellow orange then red. See the rays of light divide the days from light making the green stuff live asking for nothing just wanting to give. Now I ask you. What could be more beautiful than this majestic canvas that hovers over us? Well I say nothing, nothing but the almighty God that painted it. To sum this up in one little phrase That’s giving God his praise. ~Christopher Michael (1999) This is poem marks the beginning of an era for me. I think this is the first poem I sat down and purposely consructed.
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