I am a sky watcher day and night.

When my spirit flounders

My uplifted eyes restore it utterly.

The beauty of the sky

Opens my soul to wonderment,

As in a raindrop or a seed,

A baby's fist around your finger,

Or a solved equation.

But, somehow, more powerful.

 

The sheer immensity of Sky, 'Atmosphere',

Forging Life as we know it on planet Earth,

Land and sea, flora and fauna,

Is almost emotionally overpowering

In physical reality.

It's no wonder that we associate Sky

With gods or God!

And relate a 'spiritual home' with UP.

 

We clearly see that the dead decay,

Like any other animal or plant.

But 'Sky' inspires Imagination

And Imagination inspires Religion.

Perhaps Religion inspires 'Spirit'.

We crave the simplicity of 'Sky' and 'Up',

The physics of atmosphere really not relevant.

 

Humans have made Language.

Humans possess Imagination.

Humans use language to make Imagery.

Perhaps Imagery has made Religion

From Imagination.

'To make' is a high, human ideal

In any context.