skywards

this day was colder than most before it, not rising above the freezing point. but in the sun - yes it was warm in the sun - hard to imagine sun on a six below zero day being warm but it truly is.
this evening entry - well it's two poems to support and transport some pictures taken yesterday as the noonday sky changed from form to form, shade to shade and slowly became the late afternoon.




The prayer of the sky 
Is for the increase
Of vastness-light.
The prayer of the moon  
Is for the increase
Of beauty's right.
The prayer of the sun  
Is for the increase  
Of duty's delight.
The prayer of God
Is for the increase
Of Compassion's might.

sri chinmoy



Evening
The sky puts on the darkening blue coat
held for it by a row of ancient trees;
you watch: and the lands grow distant in your sight,
one journeying to heaven, one that falls;

and leave you, not at home in either one,
not quite so still and dark as the darkened houses,
not calling to eternity with the passion of what becomes
a star each night, and rises;

and leave you (inexpressibly to unravel)
your life, with its immensity and fear,
so that, now bounded, now immeasurable,
it is alternately stone in you and star.

rainer maria rilke