The View

In Zen Buddhism, there's a meme they call 'The Stink of Zen,' a phrase they use to mark writings or statements that are amateur and/or overly cloying. Christian themed poems also always come with a dose of pomposity and smug. When you can smell the thurible before it passes in the nave, you know there's a sermon coming.
I plead guilty, though the message here I think still bears merit.


The View

 The God’s eye view
  from a plane window,
Sun beams in the other side,
  some window shades are pulled,

The sun’s too wide & we’re too high,
  so there’s no shadow of our plane,
Upon a place where trees below
  reveal no shadows, bear no shame

That’s the spot that trails with us,
  while above cloud-listlessly we ply,
From there trees grow their shadows out
  as the eye passes them by,
Those before withdrawing theirs,
  as between them and the sun we fly,
Revealing the one only view,
  from the source of light of all we do

For the sun can see no shadows,
  by it’s gold and gleaming eye,
And regrets that keep us hidden, dark,
  the Lord our sun chooses not spy,

So speak your wrongs and state failings,
  regret the hurt you’ve done, and cry,
Yet recall the view God sees of you,
  akin the sun’s processing high