Paul G

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I look up into the midnight sky,
coal black, is the color of the heavens above,
Smashed crystals glimmer every where,
Then the Great Spirit appears,
Then the colors begin to flow,
With no paint brush,
With no canvas,
Using no paint,
The prismic colors,
Bleed and blend,
As they run across the stratosphere,
Pulsating rotating,
In a brilliant mode,
Green becomes red,
Red becomes yellow,
Transformed reformed into varied shapes and shades,
Violet streaks,
Dark blue swirls,
Fingers spreading across his domain,
The Great Spirit flare,
This spectacle shows,
He is present,
Conducting instructing,
Waving,
Throwing rainbows and prisms,
Across heaven,
Decorating,
Our fathers beautifying,
Mystifying,
Creating a magical scene for us,
A spiritual experience,
That he shares, with us,
Why,
Because he cares,
He rains down his love,
Saturated in color,
From above,

This is no dream,
This is my vision,

Osceola Birdman Waters,

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