I saw the lofty clouds,
Like mountains piled high.
I wondered if the angels,
Or God, were dancing there.
And then the thunder rolled,
A wave of sound; God speaking there.
I saw the real mountains,
The jagged cliffs, with snow adrift,
Their fearsome heights created
By a holy God — And who can tell
If He does not there dwell?
But He’s not bound by earth or sky;
Perhaps He’s in a lullaby,
Or in a spouse’s kiss; He’s ne’er amiss.
To know His love is awe and bliss.
[After 66 years in California, my husband and I moved to Ohio,
to be near kids and grandkids. For whatever reason, it was emotionally
heartwrenching. This poem expresses those things that kept me going,
especially verses four through six. The person mentioned is a female in-
law, who helped me by her friendliness, and introducing me to many
people and places. Never underestimate how your kindness will help
people!]
If not for the bird songs,
My mind would be lost –
With all the changes,
With all the strangeness.
If not for the fairy fireflies,
I would have lost the wonder,
My mind torn asunder,
I would have gone under.
If not for the thunder,
I would make the blunder
Of sinking in sadness,
Being blind to the gladness.
If not for your smile,
I would have dwelt a long while
In a pit of despair;
Might have torn out my hair.
If not for your kindness,
I’d live only in blindness,
A desert of dryness,
So listless and lifeless.
If not for God’s comfort,
My life would be forfeit,
My joy would be dormant,
My thoughts tending morbid.
O, the greatness of God,
Who lifts up the lowly,
Who brightens our story;
Let us give Him the glory!
A distant cloud, with flashing light.
A soundless thunder, a sense of wonder.
Fireflies flirting; the sidewalk skirting.
The air hangs heavy, hot and wet;
I wipe away the beads of sweat.
The bugs are biting; a little frightening.
Imagining fairies riding fireflies,
In evening silence, their dance delighting.
For quite some time, I forget the biting.
Until I wake at 3 a.m.; the itching has begun again.
My long-gone mother comes to mind.
She prayed for me; her heart was kind.
So many changes; can’t keep track.
Need to recall– God’s got my back.
He comes to fill what I now lack.
Exhaustion is my current test;
In God I need to take my rest.
His plan for me must be the best.
clarakatalin 