Just look to the sky and see
Beautiful paintings, yours for free.
God gave us the eyes to see
His wonder and ability.
The sky can make us stare in awe
The color appears, the beauty we saw
Imagine how more beautiful heaven will be
Will we see a sky and its beauty?
In heaven, there may not even be a sky
But for sure beauty will be multiplied.
Don't miss the message of the sky
God's paintbrush He does apply.
The Bending Sky
As, 'mid the giant peaks that round me rise,
One stands supreme to draw the gazer's eyes,
With naked brow serenely towering high
To rest his shoulders 'gainst the bending sky;
Friend of the clouds, unmoved in stress of storm,
Whose beauty, time nor tempest can deform,
The earliest signal of the day begun,
The last to hold the beams of setting sun.
In the mottled shade of the maple trees,
Where robin builds and sings,
And the cool leaves shake in the idle breeze
The children's hammock swings:
Breathe softly, O song of the summer air,
Bend tenderly down, O sky.
Nor suffer a cloud to darken where
Three wee, brown maidens lie!
Aloft where the dusk of the twilight dwells,
The red-breast's hammock swings,
Where the delicate tint of sea-green shells
Has given place to wings.
Come, dreamy and sweet to their noonday rest
The softest airs that blow, —
To the birds asleep in the robin's nest,
And brownies asleep below!
The sun is flooding all the land and sky,
The waves are dancing o’er the deep blue sea;
The world is gay and yet, they say, not I -
Since absence makes a gulf ’tween you and me.
When you were here the clouds were in the sky,
The rain-drops fell, the sun was hid from view;
The world was dull and yet, they say, not I -
For my gay world is centred, love, in you.
When you are near no matter what the sky,
No matter what the sea nor what the weather;
The world is gay and so, my love, am I -
The days are fairest when we are together.
Earth And Heaven
Poet: Celia Thaxter
I wish I could tell what you say, O rose,
I wish I could tell what you say,
For I know there's a secret that's hid in your heart,
A thought that might cheer my long day.
We sail toward evening's lonely star
That trembles in the tender blue;
One single cloud, a dusky bar,
Burnt with dull carmine through and through.
Slow smouldering in the summer sky,
Lies low along the fading west,
How sweet to watch its splendors die,
Wave-cradled thus and wind-caressed!
How like a dream are earth and heaven,
Star-beam and darkness, sky and sea;
Thy face, pale in the shadowy even,
Thy quiet eyes that gaze on me!
Oh, realize the moment's charm,
Thou dearest! we are at life's best,
Folded in God's encircling arm.
Wave-cradled thus and wind-caressed.
We hope you have enjoyed these poems about the sky. Look to the sky in awe at a beautiful sunset, and sometimes the sky can appear fearful in the middle of the storm. The clouds of the sky can let us imagine and the blue
of the sky is brilliant.