Waters below, waters above,
A sapphire window, descent of a dove.
A spread out canopy, the second in sequence,
The glory of heaven yet hiding its secrets.
An expanse of colours, a dancing of lights,
Showing patterns in days and wisdom by nights.
Ignorance is bliss under His luminous tent,
Until our time runs out and Raqia is rent.
~Poet of Ephraim