A twilight sky of teal, pink, yellow and mauve
And milky white wisps of spongy cloud
Presides like a dome over this,
Our strange yet familiar world
Full of life, and sound, and objects whose purpose
I will never know.
Like the gold cross on the church spire
Reflecting the sun.
Is it meant to inspire fear, awe, reverence,
Or hope? Is it asking me
To enter the church?
Or go off and commit some selfless act?
Or, perhaps, it wants me to stand here awhile,
Gazing up at it--to recognize its beauty, as it is--
Two gold intersecting bars
Beneath an awe-inspiring sky.
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