Observing the skies
Wisdom becomes wise
I began to think
Heaven comes to mind
The thought of prayer
Looking for a blessing
When it comes being devoted
Committed spirit in my heart
Determined
A moment of praise
When understanding seems so far
Knowledge rushes in being expelled
Assurance sometimes becomes a lack
Faith is strengthened at every length
The thought of being a creation
The mold of true self built just right
Purpose having an assignment
The thought of a refreshing fountain
Clear waters that quinch my thirst
I am hungry
Solid ground of plenty
In a matter of thinking beyond
Heaven’s permission living among and embrace in the days to follow.