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.
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
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
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.