There never seemed to be much hope
this side of the heavens. So
we pinned our hopes on high. Perhaps
there was a chance among the stars.
We worshiped sun and moon. The gods
lived in the hills and halls of air.
We set them in the mountains but
they never seemed to rise above
our own imaginations. So
we dropped our gaze and looked inside
for redemption and release
to find the ash sifting through
filthy hands and dirtied fingers.
Then you showed up out of the blue,
raised our eyes to gaze beyond
the stars into the mind of God.