The Heavens

slight sparkles slice in every hue
by the millions
across universes colored and not,
frescoes of sound unsung
waiting for chords to paint themselves from

unwrapped, unfitting an ear
and beyond the reach of any eye,
7 Eyes spin with spliced sparkles
threading Truth; their strengthened journey
producing thrones for tomorrow

4 creatures alive attend the Eyes,
their own in front, above, behind
below the crystal sea of unmined belief
often thought a frescoed ceiling
wanting to come out, out of impossibility

the Breath they breathe, winds, wheels and trees
all spin with summer leaves not crumpled, or weary
as fall lingers an aside - a fringe concept of worlds ago -
wondering from where faith appeared
"when the Son of Man returns, will He find faith on the earth?"

it is in the heavens

Job 26:13, 2 Chronicles 16:9, Ezekiel 1, Revelation 22:2, Luke 18:8, Hebrews 11:14