How Comforting is the Sky

No one is free, even the birds are chained to the sky. -Bob Dylan

How comforting is the sky

that wraps and engulfs me in

endless shades of daylight;

deep variants of blue, pink, orange

reach endlessly on

farther than my vision

can fathom.

This infinite blanket

holds everything that sustains me,

everything that contains me,

and all that life requires.

I am merely a pinpoint

on a divine map

written in the constellations

and planets in vast galaxies. 

Reviews

[NeiL ArandA]

Your words are really amazing that it always wants to defy gravity. Your thoughts here seems to have already broke the earth gravitational pull.

[Saddam]

I am merely a pinpoint
on a divine map.

So true and exact. Great fun to reading it. Thanks for sharing.