Sky-lovers see layers of luminous blue.
Cloud-beings speak word after word,
bear messages for the moment.
Stars sing in soundless voice.
Grandfather Sun comes forth
from the night's chambers
to travel across the heavens
in hot pursuit of the day.
Divine Laws are sure.
Wisdom is simple.
Canons are clear.
Such truths are more treasure than gold,
more sweet than the honeycomb.
To discern this simple sweetness
would allow the words of my mouth
and the meditations of my heart
to know the Muse
that is God.