Clouds

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I’m captivated by the billows of the clouds,
The seamless shifting from smooth to ruffled,
Never ending labyrinths etched by the wind.
Soaring above, I’m filled with wonder,
Entranced by the textures blanketing the sky,
Layered like paint, masking the world below.
Snow capped mountains peak through,
Sharp white ridges piercing the gradient puffs,
Thin patches of wisps reveal glimpses of creation,
Outlines of plains and waves blurred by the mist,
Millions of life giving particles suspended in air,
Forming each wisp, billow, and puff,
Until heaviness amounts and gravity prevails,
Drop by drop, crumbling into rain.
Lingering fragments, floating like cotton,
Pushed and pulled by invisible currents,
Simultaneously gathered and dissipated,
The drifting white and grey play a silent melody,
Amplifying the majesty of the Composer.

12.26.22

Heart at War

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My heart is at war with itself
It is full of gratitude for the God's blessings in my life
But there is a longing waiting to be filled

My heart is pulled in two directions
It is full of joy from time with loved ones
But there is an ache for a family of my own

My heart is learning to balance in contentment
It is lifted by the laughter with friends
But deflated by moments of loneliness

My heart is a beautiful contrast of emotion
It is full of love and joy in God's love
And met with peace and comfort when it aches

I find such joy in spending time with friends and families
I fight to stop those moments from being laced with ache and longing
But pressing in to that allows a deeper appreciation for it

12.12.21