Picture perfect sky hangs frameless, timeless
As I stand suspended, clear of thought,
Caught up in the blending of colors and shapes
In a three-dimensional serendipitous vertigo.
My heart floats in the spin, buoyed up
By the delightful distraction of vision—
A glimpse of the angelic realm through
A crystal window of earthly beauty.
A sense of destiny pierces me until
I reverberate with inexpressible wonder.
The Master displays a splinter of heaven’s splendor
So I can partake of glory for a moment.
The colors and shapes fade again and
My spiritual awareness dims
While a yearning grows in me to return
To the bosom of Father God.
Picture imperfect me…
I need to be covered completely
In His grace and glory.