Higher Planes
On metallic wings of hope,
violent noise propels man
through clouds of faith,
through the troposphere
and beyond
in accelerated exploration.
With every pound of thrust,
prayers gain altitude,
and the wonder
of universal forces
is magnified.
In time we'll know
if they've seen
the Eye of God.
Copyright © Kay Caputi | Year Posted 2006
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