Steeples and Skies

I'm not an affiliate of Iglesia ni Cristo, but I think their church buildings are lovely. There's one right in front of our apartment, with four lean spires that point to the heavens in unquestioning steadfastness, taller than any of the surrounding structures and in our direct view when we step out of the balcony.

We like this view, Christopher and I. Steeples that seem to never grow tired of reaching for the heavens against the backdrop of an ever changing sky.

We are like that, he told me one particular Joker Day. And I could never forget the question I wanted to ask.

We are like that...

Steadfast?

Or ever changing?

It's a quintessential question for me.

Are we the steeples?

Or are we the sky?