Of Sky and Relevance

The sky unfolds and folds again

The dark and light declares

Today’s beginning and its end

On century-woven stairs

Where sun and moon’s circuits attune

To Eden’s grand design

As year on year tallies this sphere

In ether-span of Time

Look up; the cloud, tumbled, serene

The vault of azure sweep

By day a cerulean sheen

By night an onyx deep

Throne of the moon and star-froth swoon

Of unnamed galaxies

Where ‘neath its sun we laugh and run

Shaping Time’s centuries

Look up; someday this boundless scope

Will fill with trumpet sound

As we behold man’s Living Hope

From temporal, trembling ground

For now its spreads above our heads

But then, a mighty roar

As we behold the God of old

And Time will be no more

© Janet Martin

It is nigh impossible to imagine the sky on That Day. 

Glorious Day