Clouds On My Shoulders

DesertWords

Very early this morning, while walking along
the edge of first light, I became
conscious of a wonderous reality:
clouds falling on my
shoulders.

 

They dropped from the sky disguised as gentle
strands of water, light rain
polishing the streets and
reflecting, like a mirrored surface,
traffic lights and high beams
of passing cars.

 

Liquid cloud, best received as a gift
and worn with humility, is a touch of 
grace that washes away
sanctimony and self indulgence
as it drapes a piece of heaven
around often reluctant
shoulders.

 

This morning, much to my delight,
clouds fell upon my shoulders
and wished me well on my 
journey from darkness to light.
I was grateful for the
company.

  • Author: DesertWords (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 7th, 2019 07:27
  • Category: Unclassified
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Comments2

  • Neville

    I liked the gentleness of these words and I liked the way they appeared to float upon the page....

    • DesertWords

      Thank you, Neville.

      • Neville

        my pleasure entirely

      • psychofemale

        I agree with Nev, the words did float upon the page, an excellent piece 🙂

        • DesertWords

          Your comment means a lot. Thanks.



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