Flimsy

Substance made flimsy
Whipped by the winds of fate
Crinkled, creased and ripped
Barely there but here
Still here

Transparent
Holey
Transcendent
Holy

All against a backdrop solid as the sky
Untouchable but beckoning fingers that would dare

Can flimsy me be clinging still to true unchanging blue?
Can wind-whipped ether be stitched somehow to immovable Spirit?

Say yes,
Say yes from beyond the blue
I'm praying
say yes