Wednesday, September 1, 2010

Day twenty-three

Preposition

Under the canopy of stars
amid the Nebulae hides a place
beyond all things human. Heaven's
across space a million light years away.
Between all this space lay prayers crawling
through aether traveling to meet the ears of God.
Over the bright gas giants, the flecks of space dust,
towards the bright light's source. Both space and time fold
inside each other. Prayers flutter through this void and fall
against the quiet darkness. Until, like a flash of lightning they're heard.

16:55

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