If we could see you then, after the mist
Has dissipated and you are revealed for what you don't present
If we could
We would be blown
Into the next
Phase of ourselves in which we are more like that
And less like dirt.
But you made us from this
And we show it.
If we could pretend that the sky was where you are
And heaven is a place
Then we could see ourselves there.
As it is, trickiness shrouds the possibility
Certainty that you surround us always everywhere
To praise your name eternally need not be for someday, when we have no other interests that tug on our souls.
It should be for today.
If we could see you.