You know how life gets busy -
we rush around
so little time, so much to do  -
work, cleaning, cooking.......

One day feeling tired I lay down
staring up at the sky, whispering
"If there's a God up there help me
stop this madness before I die -

life is so hard, but what do you care?"
And the sky looked right back at me
with nothing to say, day after day -
that same blank stare.

So wide and so blue,
or feathered with cloud,
or grey as an old blanket -
it seemed not to care.

One day, the dawn rising,
gold streaked with purple,
and I feeling sad,
lonely and tearful,

I thought of the sky
peering down on our world -
thinking what might it say
if it did have a voice.

Would it cringe at our problems,
our madness, and badness?
and yearn to be free
from our cares and our sufferings.

In the cool summer evening
the stars softly shining
it seemed that the sky
laid a cloak on my sorrows.

that the fathomless sky
overseeing our world
had to bear our misfortunes
and suffer in silence.

And there like a tapestry
with myriad hues,
never judging, chastising,
but constant and true.