Sky
Sky
It opens above you,
Do you penetrate the depths?
Blue and deep and where it leads
Is unguessed yet.
Or stormy gray,
And lightning bearing,
Or flatly white,
And snow is sharing.
There the Moon hangs,
A pearl for all,
Beckoning with silver light,
Hear her call.
And when she hides
Her shining face,
We see the stars
In their profusion
Take her place.
And in the day,
The Sun takes his turn,
To gently warm,
Or fiercely burn.
Above us all the vault expands,
To mind us all,
How small is Man.
A mite he is upon the Earth,
The vastness above,
Measures our worth.
Take your assess then of the sky,
Remember then we are but motes,
In that vast Eye.
Cliff Lake 8/6/2024
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