A clear blue sky, so vast, so high,
No cloud to drift, no need to cry.
It stretches wide, a silent sea,
Of calm, of light, of simply be.
No storm in sight, no thunder’s call,
Just sunlight warming over all.
The breeze, it hums a quiet tune,
And dances with the afternoon.
The birds in flight trace lines so free,
Like brushstrokes drawn invisibly.
Their wings cut through the endless blue,
A freedom born in skies so true.
Beneath this dome, the world feels right—
The shadows soft, the colors bright.
No weight of worry, fear, or why—
Just breath, and time, and clear blue sky.
Thank-you for reading.
Remember there are many paths back to God.
Follow your own path,
Brenda Marie
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This poem is a serene ode to stillness—a masterclass in capturing the quiet magic of an untroubled sky. The imagery is luminous yet understated, painting freedom not as grand conquest but as the simple act of *being* beneath an endless blue. The rhythm mirrors the tranquility it describes—gentle, unhurried, effortlessly uplifting. A breath of peace in verse Brenda 🌤️✨
(And that closing stanza—*”No weight of worry, fear, or why— / Just breath, and time, and clear blue sky.”*—is pure balm for the soul.)
Thank-you so much