If you should ever see a sermon in my eyes,
the smoke and fire of judgment, the burning
please turn away, don’t witness the apocalypse.
But if you should ever see
sailboats gliding, or the depths
of a blue-green sea, sparkling
simply tell me with a smile,
and that’ll let me know
in the right direction,
filled with the right spirit.
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2016, ancient skies
Peace and blessings to everyone.
“When we love people, we give them hope.”