Beholding the Celestial Things

There is a moment when man should sit,
and wait.
In silent solace, simple and sweet.
Somewhere above this mundane crawl,
and listen.
To the breath of the wind, and the secret wild things,
and feel.
Under the cool canopy of open skies, the wonderful feelings that wells up inside, as the light pierces dark sky, with blades so soft you cannot hear it rip!
And watch.
With the world at your feet as the sky pours down from above and rushes over so quickly you would never have seen it! It moves in ripples gentle, like a mother's lullaby and comes to kiss the shore, and right then! In the haze of gray and orange and pink, the sun in all its golden glory! You are made to reflect then on man's mortality.