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
Sad but true of today's society.
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