God is in
the skies...the sky is God...clouds his displeasure, blue skies his smile, the
weather his temper, the mountain valleys his regal aisle...
it's so
simple - what sees more in this world than the sky? even in houses the sky
peaks in through muddied, old, time-smeared window...and if not in house, if in
basement, the skies - him - cannot see, but earthy, Godly trees with long
driving roots listen to the words you speak through the soil and rocks around
the basement...they gather and pass our words up through their twingly tangly
knots into its branches as they reach up high...God's messengers bearing all
from the soil to the sky...
(inspired
by page 30 of Big Sur )
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