When the sky sings Alleluia!

The sky… it’s quickening from deep dark black blue to the coloring of dark waters to lightness in streaks

With pinkish peaches strands

And impossibly bright gold

Limning the striated clouds just for the drama of it

Lifting my heaviness up up!

Oh my breath gulps in ragged awe in razored waking my God how is it you give this fleeting beauty that grabs and goes so fast

Only to be remembered

to cherish and forget with the quick steps of routine and distractions ….