Clouds
The clouds move high up, and they’re so peaceful
They know not what they do or why they do
But they don’t care or trouble themselves to know
Slowly they’re carried along
As if the clouds themselves move of their own strength
Steady and strong
Unnoticed, they go mostly
Like the stars in the night
Like the passage of the moon in the sky
Or the sun, journeying as it shines
With patience and still observation
One can spot their movement
Their silence thwarted
But they don’t care
They have no agenda
They move with the wind
By the air they’re supported
Like the waves of the sea
Can be calm
Can be mean
Like the land on the sea
So massive they go unseen
I see my former student pass me by
And we make contact
A quick matching of our eyes
I look away without thought
But turn back to him as he’s gone
Does he recognize me without hair
Without glasses does he care
It’s too late to say hi
His name escapes me
Joseph, justin? My excuse hidden in insecure pride.
I’m not a cloud, but a man
Not nearly as big, but I am
Bigger than life i could be
Because my lord has called me
What i should do, I don’t know
But the wind is always blowing
And i’m stuck in this rhythm of rhyming
This pattern in my writing
Can i break free and make my own path
With the Lord in his own plan
Will he carry me like the wind
The clouds bring me peace
I welcome them they bring shade from the draining onslaught of heat.
As i sit alone in this busy cafe
Full of people full of Gods grace
I’ll rest in you
knowing there are better days
