And then sings my soul,

When observing the creation,

Songs of joyful mirth,

Fascination and appreciation.

The sensation and the feeling

That above this cloud filled ceiling

Is an ineffable, indisputable force

That caused and created all of this.

Forget the prophets,

And the anthropomorphic manifestations

Of the qualities and the virtues,

And remember and understand that we are a force ordained, tiny piece of this.

Published by RTS

Father, husband, teacher. Occasional eccentric.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: