It was a world conforming
To the aperture of the lens
Almost cartoonist
And like a still taken of a dream

The vast curvature
Of the brown soil of the Earth
Hovered beneath
A dome of blue
And clouds of purple

A boy stood
Miniscule in the great open
Paint brushes seemed to stop here
And so seemed time

Suddenly the clouds stirred
And there was thunder
Or rather
A great voice

“Do you know who I am?”
The boy looked up

“I am Jesus, my friend.”
Then the clouds unstirred
The painting undone

The boy awoke
Trying to understand
Blinking he pulled up the blinds
Stars twinkled in the night

Since then years have gone by
The boy was taught
That God was his Father and Lord
And that that was the truth
The unalterable
Innumerable worshippers before His glory

Still the boy cannot help
But think from time to time
Of the invitation to friendship
From the purple sky



Tai Meng | 孟泰 | Last Updated: May 12, 2019