When skies spin cotton candy clouds
(that sticky filament of faith)
our eyes are drawn to Turin’s shrouds
where, light released as holy wraith
descends to us through feeble gaps –
we can’t quite penetrate the haze;
earthly eyes are weak, perhaps
we need to see with heaven’s gaze.
Meanwhile, Melody Muses... 
Lovely! The first line really hooks the reader 🙂
Thank you! What wonderful art project are you working on these days??
I have always liked looking into the sky, especially to see how the light comes through the clouds. My thoughts always turn toward God and heaven when I look up into the clouds. Thanks for this.
Thanks Stephen! It’s hard not to have some deep thoughts when we see such beauty all around us. Thank you for sharing yours with me! 🙂
That is one of the most wonderful poems I’ve ever read. To me it is right up there with the classics, Melody.
Russ
Wow. I’ll take it! (May I quote you to my teenagers? They seem to think I don’t know too much these days….) 🙂
Beautiful cloudscape.
It was so lovely. For once I was looking up and not down at the flowers! 🙂
Nothing like a change of perspective 🙂
5-Star Wonderful, Mel–you’ve outdone yourself again–BRAVO! Can you tell I like this one?
I was coming to that very conclusion. Perceptive, ain’t I?? 🙂
TOO FUN.
had to comment – which is rare, this is a lovely form of words. stays in your mind too …
Thanks Mike! I appreciate that…