God Draws Near
Thoughts are clouds of life’s apprehension;
drifting through the mind of our soul;
some, more than others, gain our attention;
tho each of them has a unique goal.
Clouds bear the images of all our dreams;
encompassing all hopes and fears;
every life; a mixture of disparate extremes;
punctuated with laughter and tears.
Most think of themselves as body and soul;
and it seems so, to others, as well;
the body is an illusion; with a pivotal role;
the physical body is destined for hell.
The body absorbs all the bumps and bruises;
the soul is left to feel regret;
the body’s role, is to make our excuses;
only God can pay our debt.
Some clouds bring rain to water the garden;
others bring storms of destruction;
the cloud of death, brought God’s pardon;
the cost of mankind’s corruption.
Weather is the barometer of God’s love;
during Summer; life is kept warm;
clouds are images; sent down from above;
angry clouds forecast a storm.
All is created from out of God’s thought;
from words to flesh, all things appear;
out of the clouds; perfection is wrought;
death; the sign; that God draws near.
Monty 4.19.26. # 3,257