The Deep End

Beneath the clouds and rain, the world is grey.
Breaking through, skies are blue, and sun is bright.
At end of day, the stars shine through the night.
Beyond these depths, the mind is led astray
to figment realms of wishtime, dream and guess.
But surely Grace, unutterably sublime,
makes home in zones beyond our space and time.
Our lives, in ways too cryptic to assess,
originate, and come back here to gain
or pay our karmic due. The beings we are
self-shape to an agenda too bizarre
for men to comprehend and still remain
employable by earhly circumstance.
Someday some men will watch the quasars dance!