Poems, Personals, and Commentary

The Privilege

There’s a narrow view of the sky
Between the curtains.

The clouds are drifting by,
Ever so slowly.

These puffy pillows,
These dusty denizens of the sky,
Move calmly and gracefully.

How was I allowed this privilege
To see a reflection
Of God’s glory?

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