I float in swirling waters on a sun-drenched winter afternoon
The children’s moon high in the vault of the sky
A carrion bird flies between us
Sudden eclipse of wings
And I am struck by the sleight of hand wrought by both time and distance—
The moon is bigger than the bird but
Your mind and your eye could deceive you
—No, it is the bird that is bigger, see the way it flies directly across the path of the moon, inking it out—
Lower atmosphere
Upper atmosphere
Space
You get to
decide what is real until
Truth speaks
And none of us
dare argue
Revelation 1:12,15 KJV
[12] And I turned to see the voice that spake with me. And being turned, I saw seven golden candlesticks; [15] And his feet like unto fine brass, as if they burned in a furnace; and his voice as the sound of many waters.
Carrying Light 