In The Cloud

There is a place, up in the air;
we learned to store information;
it isn’t really a place or where;
for it’s the knowledge plantation.

Knowledge, has always been there;
tho we think we’re the first to bring.
But, far more is stored in that where;
for it’s the home for everything.

This universe is a temporary home;
that was given to us by divinity;
far more exists, where we may roam;
for the Master’s realm is infinity.

Vision involves more than mere eyes;
there is also the vision of thought;
when you discover reality’s surprise;
you’ll marvel at what God wrought.

We look to the sky on a summer day;
but, true vision has been obstructed;
more within grasp, than eyes can say;
for creation is still being conducted.

A mind cannot fathom beyond eyes see;
so thought must within us imbue;
as the Master thinks; so shall we be;
and all things shall be made new.

As we leave our discussion of the cloud;
let us all, come back down to earth;
for the Master must be laughing out loud
for that cloud is the place of our birth.