You Are The Firmanent

You Are The Firmament ,

The Constant Above Us , Stretched Like Some Nuit ,

Arched , Yet Touching The Ground , As Stars Fallen To Earth ;

I , Whether Or Not , Or Weather Or Naught ,

Like All Else The Changing , By Spin , Charge , And Momentum ,

And The Momentoes Of Memory ;

And Vast As Your Body I Could Never Know In It's Full Self

The Boundary Between The Heavens And The Earths

I May Be A Storm , Yet I But Skim Your Surface

While You Are Laying Down Some Rapture ;

You , Infinite In Your Viewing , All Else , Microcosms

And Random Climates Of Perception , Many Gods

Playing Under Your Form Of One Goddess , Sky Mother ;

And Your Daughter Of The Rainbow , Taking After You ,

Arching Above The World , A Dancing Palette Of Iridescence ,

A Sign Of Your Promise To Watch Over Us , Your Children ,

We Who See , And Feel , And Experience , The Shifting

Tides , The Emoticons Of Natural Forces , As Some Call Them ,

In Their Lack Of Wordmanship , For All You Are ;

You , Under Which All Is Motion , And You Are Memory ;

Remember Us In Your Meteorological Prayers , As We

Petition You , Weather Or Naught !