You shined so majestically as you
glimmered upon the water beneath
giving mirrored life,
Defining the thick clouds below as you
contrast against the dark sky behind you.
Your bold brilliance send sparks of rainbows
that colors a yearning soul on His loving earth.
Can glass be really plain?
Beautifully transparent to give way to what’s beyond.
Behind the plane glass I crave how the birds are free to see,
to see all that is below,
my eyes eating up as much as it can intake.
I was recently told that I eat with my eyes…
So used to craning our necks,
It is such a different view from up here,
looking down below,
the same focal point,
yet from behind this plane glass,
it surely isn’t a plain view.