My Prayer to the Sky

As I stand under the sun’s piercing gaze
Looking out at all of God’s creation
I’m just hoping that the winds and the waves
Will join in my serene jubilation.
I can’t help but to think on times long past,
Times spent in your arms and in your pure eyes.
I thought those times would last and last and last—
Until we passed to the eternal sky.
This is my prayer to the endless blue sky:
Send back that angel and her endless grace,
For I am lost without her by my side—
I need to feel her skin, to touch her face,
To simply see her gentleness once more...
On my knees, I implore some higher pow’r,
“Her time with me has not yet passed away,
I still need her presence from hour to hour!”
But though my Lord is one of sure mercy,
Such a boon, he cannot grant unto me.

—C.R.E.