Rembrandt

Above man made steeples

Spires of corporate worship

And air-conditioned chicken coops

Of commercial worry

Rembrandt grown tired of heaven’s gold

Came to paint the clouds

On canvas of blue grey

He began with blush of ruby rose

Then painted hue of merlot’s red

And added antique gold

Sunlight not to be outdone

Cast shade of daffodil yellow

For an eternal second

Sky canvas in brilliance hung

In all it’s wasteful grandeur

While corporate roosters scurried

Scratching their way to daily feeding troughs

Yet the universe was not done

Saddened that men were so oblivious

To beauty so voluptuous

Diaphanous tears it shed

And light sharing in the grief

Transfigured tears to rainbow hues

Between blue-grey clouds of ruby rose