Skyswell

looking out the window
during a boring meeting at work,
shades of a pale day fade to white
then back to gray the shade
is everywhere while
shadows run and hide behind every tree
every leaf every liar every thief.

rain almost seemed to be
the last thing on God's mind
when He was busy saving souls
from the black fire on a summer day;
with goblets filled to the brims raised
to toast skepticism,
trained a jaundiced eye to the light,
sunspots shine with skin that blazed,
then traded a drop of doubt for
a mustard seed ("O ye of little...")
this is what's left of the middle
when He pours out His heart...
this is the other Way...
this is belief.

10.9.2008