Visibility Zero

Beyond Our Ability to Rise

A ceiling of thick, threatening clouds loomed overhead.

Baggage-checked … through security … aircraft boarded …

powered beyond our ability to rise.

Amid the clouds … visibility zero …

turbulence tossed us about.

Wind sheer sent us plummeting …

concluding with a bang …

none too soon.

Our rocky ascent lifted us into the sky’s expansive blue.

And to our amazement … our ceiling had just become our floor!

Upon it … descending sun cast its brilliance in pinks, golds and corals.

Electrifying radiance advanced and danced

across our newfound floor!

Sunset above the clouds on this cold and rainy Texas day

delighted hearts with heaven’s splendor.

Noses pressed against aircraft portals …

necks straining to view such wonder,

‘oohs’ and ‘aahs’ heard throughout the cabin.

May we not forget … amid the clouds …

 brilliance is shining, casting rays of unspeakable truth …

just beyond our low-hung, life-heavy ceiling …

becoming floor for those who rise above.

Roz Turner

AshliDawn Bradshaw