
the sky bleeds
each day,
renewing
itself in its journey,
which, yes,
is sometimes
frayed around
the edges, and is also
pure warmth
in its acceptance
of
a knowing
we hold
deep inside,
which,
reminds us to
look
to the sky, in
times of worry,
knowing we shall
see all of ourselves
in the glory we behold
on an early morning
sun rising,
golden delight,
washing the daytime
woes away,
with a single brushstroke
of warmth,
and rays,
filling the volumes
of our souls
with an everlasting
energy, and healing presence,
especially when
we are
feeling sad, and
so diminished
so,
when we
are quaking, and
in need of safety,
remember,
to look up, and
allow the light
to enter
your heart,
and
wash away
all the fears that
we continue to
hold dear