Does the Creator see us through the eyes
of a hawk? Piercing the clouds with supernatural vision
waiting to pounce on us like a cowering mouse
in the tall grass? Or is He more like a dove,
merely a symbol, holding the olive branch
innocent and gentle, filled with nothing but love?
The sky teaches us there is always thunder
and yet there is beauty in a rainbow,
the depth of blue, so just maybe He is beyond
us or our understanding, not waiting to pounce
but not merely a symbol either.
He sees us, I am sure of it.
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2015, ancient skies
Peace and blessings to everyone.
“When we love people, we give them hope.”