Sky Blue

Framed in ancient oak
the small boy at five,
lies in tall grass of a hunter’s field

chirping raven's surround him
the calm song of nature’s creek
moves rapidly over smooth stones

in the blue depths of the sky
his mind sees Eternity

how can it be?
the sky has no beginning?
no end?

built in flesh…

overseen by a silent God
in a silent field

trapped in a silent self.

by Ron N. Cervero (from Blood & Glory)