If I stare at this blue sky
Too long, I’m afraid
It will consume me.
Its spectrum of riches
Dwarfs my imagination
And shames my screens,
Which fail to sufficiently
Capture the dome of
God’s glorious theatre.
If not for the sight of trees,
And these blurry eyes,
I would leave the ground.
One day I will hear my name,
And rise to welcome my King.
But I will no longer be afraid.