The Midst of Clouds

Sometimes the most profound things will inspire a writer... those things may or maynot be explained but the words will flow like the waters along the streams often meeting up with the rivers currents..

In the Midst of the Clouds

there is yet sunshine beneath them

Once the clouds have passed

and moved along the brightly open skies

the sun will beams it's glory upon us.

 

Despite the Clouds that linger

We can always find a way to steal away

in the clamness of the Heavenly Father;

For He sits very high, but He looks low..

 

He seeth all things, We hope for all things

He opens doors no one sees,

closes doors that no man can open

 

Tho in the Midst of the Dark clouds

He is there to bring comfort, to

enhance the soul and Bring about

peace and serenity through all

that will come and go throughout life.

 

Tho' the Midst of the Clouds

carries a story that has yet to unfold;

yet, when it does unfold and has displayed

the Scenes before us all .. the Mind will

reap whatsoever it may.. as the story is

read.. the bell often chimes, the birds sings

and the Clock will forever Tick on..

 

Why is this.. time Flies,

the Mind reaps, the bells chime

the waters flow through the lands

and there is always going to be hope

around .. whether we grip it or let it go..

Reviews

[Partha]

Wow..amazing poem. heartwarming to say in one word. I feel lucky I chose to read it. Wonderful poem loved it :)