#2386-Beyond

When life,

Doesn’t make sense,

I look to the heavens,

As a last line of defense.

There are times,

My view is blocked,

Creating distraction,

Or a confusing reaction.

Still,

It does not make me sad,

Or despair,

As in days long gone by.

For there always are eyes,

Looking down from above,

To soothe my troubled mind.