I stand in the Alps, breathtaking view
My restless eyes want something new
I look up the Maypole, sky quite odd.
Beyond the blue, is there a God?
I look back down, I look to the west
I gaze and hope I’ll find some rest
Hopeful I gaze quarter turn to the right
Northern lights, brilliant night
One-eighty turn, I look down south
Tall tales told by word of mouth
Next quarter turn again to the right
Paradigm shift by end of night
Looking east at dawn’s first beam
Precipitous ledge beside a stream
A lumbering beast, making her way
Cubs behind, a dangerous way
I look straight up, the sky is blue
Nothing has changed, it still has its hue
I muse this time if God is good
If he loves me, as surely he should
Sitting there, warming a chair
Looking for me with a stony stare
He looks with me to east and west
To north and south, I am his guest.
Beyond the blue, a punitive God
I find this all to be most odd.
A God beyond reach beyond the blue
A God who can’t find peace for you.
Looking east and looking west
Laughing at you as you seek rest
The paradigm shift, left to right
Hilltop to vale, day to night
Night closes in, daylight gone
Blue to black, another con
God the myth, historic phase
Tales drawn down from bygone days
Looking east and looking west
Seeing views that won’t give rest
Forget looking up, nothing there
But blue on blue, and an empty chair