The Sky Rolls Away
“and the sky rolls away”, I was reading
In Literature class. Raine’s heartbreak,
And her healing beneath a Sky
That whispers to her soul,
Placing her among flowers and tigers
Sleeping in the tomb or breathing the living air.
I did not understand the imagery,
Back then, the rolling away of the sky.
I did not understand, back then,
Raine’s revelation of light, love, eternity.
“and the sky rolls away”, I was reading
On a plane, aloft amid a cloudless sky.
The small oval windowpane
Zooms in on every inch of a boundless blue
Tinged with gold from the Sun.
An airy trice, and my body
Glides through the expanse,
Plunging into patches of white
That mist the window,
Then the human landscape,
Houses, roads, vehicles
Scattered under a gray, cloudy sky.
“and the sky rolls away”, I was reading
Lying on the grass. It tickles my back,
Sometimes pricks it, as I roll to the
Other side of my back, gazing
Far into the stars that glitter
In a flawless black canvas.
It ladders to infinity, just like
The boundless realm
Of the cosmos, whose end
We could never perceive.
Would heaven emerge
As the sky rolls away?
Would an omnipotent being manifest
As the sky rolls away?
I am not sure, but I know
The sky leads to somewhere higher, somewhere purer.
Today’s sky is overcast.
The rock ‘n’ roll booms from the
Car radio cannot lift me.
As I look at the clouds, I peer beyond them,
Sensing a sky that rolls away,
A sky that guides me to the sky above,
A sky pure blue.
A glimmer of this notion
Takes me back in time,
To sit alongside Raine,
And watch the sky roll away.