The Man Who Speaks With the Sky
Ode to President Jimmy Carter
The Georgian sky turns red and a man softens his gaze,
as he lets his thoughts drift. Images of his life and times,
play against the crimson clouds, to live them once more.
The love of a good woman, can soften the edges of life,
and spin the fabric of its repose, to weave a tapestry,
that tells the story of a good man.
Who hasn't looked up, unblinking and played out
the story of their life and wondered if it made a difference?
There are some whose lives are an open book,
yet the cover will be awash in its simplicity.
History will declare its place in the annals of time,
as one where the hero is fulfilled with their love,
or lost under the blanket of obscurity. Yet this man,
who speaks with the sky, I suspect can already hear
the echo of the song the heavens sing,
of one whom the Master is well pleased!
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