The Eyes of God

We lay in the dark, looking up at the ageless wonders. Our backs resting on the ancient earth. Our warm presence is fleeting and soon we will join the soil beneath us. But in our fleshy bodies something eternal looks out. More ancient than the dirt and more ageless than the stars. The soul that was known before the body was formed. And each time it looks up at the endless universe, it yearns to be free.

 

Another poem from Nicaragua, written while looking at the milky way from Ometepe Island