Silent Atmosphere Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Soaring in a hot air balloon, flying a glider, up in
the atmosphere where silence is golden, touching an
inner spirit with a vibrant spirituality.

Flying throughout the sky, clouds alongside in a vast
blueness that enfolds this poetical mind like the
bluened light of the Divine dwelling quietly inside.

Watching as the ground disappears, fading in deference
to the beauty of the atmosphere high above earth, look-
ing down upon a miniature population from on high,
wondering if that's how God looks down and sees us.