Look to the Skies

They come in a myriad of colors,

An abundance of forms,

And they have countless inhabitants

Grey turns to lavender and pink,

Which give way to orange, coral, and

finally a golden yellow that ushers in a pale blue that is both

crisp and soft,

cool and comforting

Yellow and blue may be joined by wispy white,

or iron grey depending upon the day

and the season

Sometimes the yellow is hidden,

maybe for a moment or perhaps

for a long time,

Covered by charcoal, iron, and ash,

And every night the yellow disappears,

replaced by inky blackness,

with soft pinpricks of dazzling, beautiful white

Yet the skies remain the same!

Layers of infinity expressed in various ways,

And many different being sojourn therein,

Some unexpectedly,

For we were born without wings

And yet thence we fly,

Even beyond the clouds

Oh how life is like the skies!

Infinite layers of Light and nuanced

expressions peppered with darkness,

but always the same sky,

no matter what it looks like

And when I am surrounded by darkness

I remember that it can only ever be Love

For I remain and the skies remain,

Clear or cloudy or just taking form,

And I have loved the sun and the various colors,

But there is something special about the moon and all the stars

And there is never a time of darkness that lacks such treasures

And there in the place where the darkness meets the Light,

I see two stars shining that are really One

And I find myself here

And I find Him here

Behold! New Light has come!

Night falls, day breaks,

Seasons come and grow and change,

But always We remain,

And Our Heart is still unaltered,

Unfathomed,

Pure and unconditional

Love.