where angels sleep / by Megan Hollingsworth

there is reason why people claim

heaven is in the sky, clouds sing

loud the Light of God that is here subdued in the colors of Earth

clouds disperse yet never die, color

is of the same eternal fate but woe this fondness

God's Love of the form color takes

form that can be touched with the hand, form

that blends to black, black that burns

to white, form missed because the touching of Light is so sweet

trees stretch to touch clouds, making everything possible to touch

the hand does not touch clouds

the hand touches Earth, here

angels are born to heaven and die in heaven

with clouds hanging over like a lullaby

 

~holli

7.31.14