Full
sitting here
waiting
hoping
expecting
If clouds are full
...
are these clouds full?
will they pour?
pour upon
God's earth
this small
red-headed child
of his
who is frail
and tired
but hoping
hoping something
she can not see
knowing he sees for her
she is the young woman
on the bus
with the dog
whose eyes were glazed
and blue
dependent
and yet
all the others
the jocks
the hippy
were blinder than her
that was one sweet dog
my sweet lord
thank you for guiding me
all these years
when I could not see
when I was not even aware of my own
blind state
so used to living in that reality
unware that though
your spirit is indeed
invisible
he can still be seen
seen
in the wind
a walk to remember
though hidden deep in cheese
had that right
you can't see it
but you can feel it
that spirit
binding us all together
when we try so desperately to tear our selves off
to pretend we do not need this connection
afraid of this dependance
on something we can't see
only feel
feel love
but
what
if
What if?
What if it goes?
What if we don't want it?
What if it leaves us high and dry?
What if it can't see us through hell
and high waters?
What if it leaves us gasping for air?
lost outside our own front door unable to get in because we've
lost the key?
to our home?
I am the way
the truth
the life
true
that's you
but who are we?
if that is you?
what is our role?
it surely can't just be
to love you
as you love us
that's too simple
and far too complicated
all at once
you
are home
we can never be lost
you never lock the door
you're not afraid
paranoid
far too trusting
oh so nieve
you are
our Lord
where was I?
hoping...
If clouds are full of water
well then
they pour rain upon the earth
that reaches back to the sky
and so the cycle continues
endlessly
...
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