How is it that we do not know
The spirit people of the sky
In spirit dwellings sailing by,
But eyes and ears and hearts we close?
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In massive halls they bluster by
Eagerly display their show
Straining down to those below
Pouring favour forth. And I?
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With ever longing wish, look up
Desire, despair, my offering
Nothing valued proffering
Only lifting empty cup
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Sky gods condescend to dust
Beckoning us–Rise and dance!
But feet remain inured to chance,
Planted firm upon the crust
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Sky gypsies, with brooding sigh
Parade in caravans of light
Receive rebuke for their invite
So shaking massive shoulders, cry
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Clouds © Mary Lou DeRidder 2020
By Lou Rider
