A personal journey into mysticsm, Christianity, and writing.
Monday, February 25, 2013
Flying home, the sky holds endless wonders. A pale blue tundra deepens to a fuller rich blue, blending sky and snow so where they meet is indistinguishable. Making the pink shrinking moon look flat and pixelated, pasted on the blue tundra, a stretched penny, her features grotesque but stunning, grinning up from the endless tundra, slowly sinking into the ice. Far above her, blue-gray pales to pink-gray, yellow-gray, then beyond the glory of the eternal sky, growing more piercingly rich with the dawn. Now the moon turns to gray, buried in snow, the tundra swallowing her whole.
To fly above the moon. To live in the eternal glory of the sapphire sky, its world of wonders, its eternal space. The heavens. All is swallowed in light as the sun vanquishes the night for the second time this morning, leaving me breathless.