In the Sky
There is a man who lives in the sky,
well, actually, he lives in my mind's eye.
He has no teeth.
He loves to throw his head back and laugh.
He has kind eyes.
His hair is long and wild
and very white,
like he's lived alot or maybe seen a ghost.
He is happy and wise.
He counsels me:
be happy.
He cheers me up.
Does all this stuff down here on earth matter?
Of course it does.
Of course it doesn't.
So I throw my head back and laugh.
My hair is graying,
I still have teeth.
I am happy.
I am sad.
I am here,
smiling with the old man in the sky.
Stephen Gospage
Sun 5th Jan 2025 07:45
I love this one, Hélène.