The words of this poem flowed through my mind as I looked through the window one day
The reddish hues of a sunset sky,
Fills the world to a golden blaze,
I look upon it,
Two eyes, a nose and lips of wispy white clouds.
Is that, the face of God gazing back at me?
Have I done right or am I doing wrong?
I only know,
I do the best I can.
Looking at that face above,
I wish it could tell me, truly,
If that is the face of God,
If that is the gaze of God,
Or if it is just what I see it to be,
Wispy white clouds in the sunset sky,
Red as blood,
Passing to give way to the darkness of night.