Look up, up, up,
To sup and savor,
Each billowed cloud,
With sun reflected,
Shouts so proud,
It’s me up here, up in the sky!
Yes, you can touch me with you eye,
And, with me now
You’ll fly away,
Amongst the softest
White and grey,
The bluest, blue,
Between me reigns,
No jewel could capture-
Or sustains
More vibrancy; such majesty,
This is God’s world; His sovereignty!
Peter Lowell Paulson
March 22, 2012
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