My Tears Dry As The Clouds Roll ...
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--mindyjourney
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Jun 30, 2015

 

My tears dry
As the clouds roll by.
The moving masterpiece
Of an evolving today,
Divinely inspired
And dramatically played.
Raising my heart
To more gratefully see,
I fill myself full
Of a fluffed billowed be.
The choicest painting
Of a measured drift
Framed in window glass,
I open this limitless gift.
Ribbons untied
Of cumulus and cirrus white,
The wrappings azure
Paint my winged delight. 
"Brushed and signed,"
Whispers the Divine,
As I breathe all
Into my soaring eyes.  

 

Posted by mindyjourney on Jun 30, 2015