Eye to Eye

And thus I saw the face of God,
as it crowned the sky with it's majesty,
his watchful eye ever looking into oblivion,
seeing past place and time into eternity.
His brow wrinkled by shroud and grief,
allknowing – timeless – endless,
and then the clouds moved apart,
and with a sigh tore asunder,
grieving for man. I look at the allknowing,
I slump, sit down and wonder.