Eyes looking towards heaven,
noticing tops of trees on the way up.
Searching a vast blueness for clues
to existence and being.
Seeing blue staring back, no response
is audible.
However, something of blue touches my
soul and renders this interior life
alive and wanting to be expressed.
Knowing answers are not strewn across
skies, following inner intuition to
find out reasons why.
Carefully folded like a blossom all
of life thus far, now opening shyly
to the wonder and awe of God.
Faith still rising, knowing answers
will not be found or reasons given.
Believing and living as best we can
as mortal beings.
Letting go of earthly questions and
wisdom, flowing into spirits of our
souls.
No more reasons needed or given.
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