The Gift From Heaven

Today the sky rises as a vault of a baroquian chapel
ringed with clouds and vapors. Where are the cherubs?
There should be cherubs. Somebody cue the Angels.
The purest blue. The flawless White.
Bring out the palette of colors in between.
Look up!!

I’m puzzled on days like this to see so few heads
turned skyward. This is a gift from heaven.
Even the landscape stands in awe.
Where is the orchestra?
On this same day, quite by accident, my eyes find
the last stanza of Shelley’s The Cloud…

I am the daughter of Earth and Water,

And the nursling of the Sky;

I pass through the pores of the ocean and shores;

I change, but I cannot die.

For after the rain when with never a stain

The pavilion of Heaven is bare,

And the winds and sunbeams with their convex gleams

Build up the blue dome of air,

I silently laugh at my own cenotaph,

And out of the caverns of rain,

Like a child from the womb, like a ghost from the tomb,

I arise and unbuild it again.

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Enchanted, More or Less — 2017

 

Comments 2

 
Rosy Cole on Friday, 04 August 2017 23:05

Look up! Such great advice! The only way to be thankful, far-seeing and appreciative of a greater framework, both perceived and sensed. Thank you!

It's Shelley's birthday today. You may know he was born in 1792 in Horsham, West Sussex (the English county in which I live).

Look up! Such great advice! The only way to be thankful, far-seeing and appreciative of a greater framework, both perceived and sensed. Thank you! It's Shelley's birthday today. You may know he was born in 1792 in Horsham, West Sussex (the English county in which I live).
Ken Hartke on Saturday, 05 August 2017 02:09

Wow... I didn't know it was Shelley's birthday. Yet another odd coincidence.

Wow... I didn't know it was Shelley's birthday. Yet another odd coincidence.
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