Under A Sovereign Sky | Black Sheep Poetry

"It’s in the valley the soul is proved."

Black Sheep Poetry is a weekly reflection along the lonely road away from collective chaos. Standing tall in a culture pushing us to make our individuality second to the group doesn’t just require intellectual strength, but emotional fortitude.

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Under A Sovereign Sky

Harmonies of the desert
With the grandeur of mountains looming.
High peaks and rocky climbs on my road.
Coming wearily out of those mountains, I look up and out:
A flock of doves
Form intricate patterns above;
Birds in synchronicity across the sovereign sky.
 
A hum of flies hovers just above the ground.
They make a pattern of their own 
Like the doves 
And the clouds.
That thru my climbing, I proved nothing.
It’s in the valley the soul is proved.

Calm rustle of leaves at my feet,
Cloud skies of azure like ocean’s foam outstretched.
I stretch out
Expanding to its infinite height.
Thank God!
That there is more God than me in this.

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