Look To the Skies
Why do the skies of autumn appear so?
So bright?
So blue?
So true to God’s own plan?
Or so achingly exquisite,
A gift to mortal man.
My poor eyes cannot
Comprehend
The sheer beauty
He chooses to extend
On such a wondrous day
As this, when I can almost
Hear Him say
This is how I show
My love to you:
Through your hooded eyes
As you look to the skies
Copyright © Ellen Gwaltney Bales | Year Posted 2023
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