Cycling the Truth

Vast in color

with endless space

the limitless sky

holds life’s secrets.

Look into the sky,

in its stars,

its heavenly stars.

Look at the Ocean

with colors that blend

the limitless comes to an end.

The cycles repeat

washing hope

upon our feet.

It shrivels and dies

Some find truth

quickly in the sky.

In the beauty

there is meaning,

in the aqua turf

there are Souls,

in soggy despair.

In circular motions

souls are spun

onto the sand,

hot and dry

quick are they

to be gulfed

with liquid chains.

The sparkling sky

calls the souls

to truly rest.

Find His hand

hold it tight,

rest young child

you have reached your finish