The Eye
Yesterday evening near sunset
I saw God's eye peeking at it's creation.
I saw the eye in the saddle-back of
my high valley home.
The eye was gigantic and made of deep dark monsoon clouds
sweeping an eyelid across two mountain peaks.
The setting sun was the shape of a pupil,
blazing forth from eternity into our NOW.
In that eye I saw...the God
was pleased with all of it's creations,
even those we humans don't yet understand.
The multitudes of creatures that crawl,
walk, trot, fly, slink and buzz included.
The gaze lasted long into the evening
as if the earth was soothing to the soul.
The sun, then set and earth drifted off to sleep
to dream of other sunsets on other worlds.
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