Wednesday, May 22, 2013

The still breath of the sky carries steadily by.
The quiet of the clouds,
They lay reflecting in the air.
The earth is thinking. There is peace after the storm has passed.
Where does the plane fly?

Windows reflecting in my eyes to a sea of new hope.
Sailing on a sea of white cloud,
to new things...

Who sees the small people looking out a plane window,
save God in the Heavens.

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