After four days and three nights in Africa, I was walking with my new Ghanian friend, Alex, through the village and back to the church. I casually glanced up. I grabbed Alex's arm and said "Wait!" He was startled and looked all around. "What is it?", he asked in his wonderful accent looking all around and above. "The sky!" I said. I haven't looked up the entire time I've been here! Would it be okay if we stood here a moment while I see the sky? It's so beautiful." "Of course." he obliged. And there we stood, looking up at the African sky. I was in Africa, looking up at the African sky, and it took me four days and three nights before noticed it. I don't know if Alex thought it was strange of me. If he did, he didn't act like it. It was a surreal moment for me and a moment I'll never forget.
...walking underneath the sky, i soon forgot it was there
though i was in africa, it seemed i didnt care
i looked above and there it was, shining and staring, glaring, daunting and giving freely its beauty...
...so wide so vast so huge so free
looking down on me...
...to walk beneath such an art
placed there above me
and to forget to look at it seems to me a sin...
i hope it never ever ever happens again.
forgive me Lord, i was too slow to see You, that night, in that way
above me and below me, i want to recognize You always !
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