Cloud

Sky whispers "Go"
And her breath
Sweeps me to an unknown 
World of pain
and doubt

I pray
Release me so I may 
Soothe the throats that are 
Scorched by Sun's careless jokes 
and endless Summers

I receive Mist for Mercy

Then I look to River for Refuge
Only to find Confusion 
Waiting in the shadows

I seek Forgiveness for 
Fogging youths' minds with 
noncommitment on their Road to Nirvana

I rain softly on my lover's wounds and sing
praises to God of the Universe  
while Earth's scars 
Heal once more 

I soar on the Wind
back to Sky
Who knows my real name 

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24 Aug 201924 Aug 2019 by cs hopkins Categories: PoetryTags: Clouds, Earth, Faith, Forgiveness, Nature, Praise, Transformation 2 Comments