Monday, September 26, 2011
Depths of Heaven
Chasing Cloud Shadows
Again I see it. Since I was a child I’ve seen it. The fleeting and swift cloud shadows
over the pastures and fields.
I no longer run after them, challenge them as in my quick youth.
But, oh how I long to be at their edge, still outrun over the green,
my heart racing like a fire unfurling for joy.
Then they are gone in a moment, my companions and pursuit.
I am left with the steady sunshine beating down on a windy day.
How I have chased cloud shadows again and again in the fields of my life:
running full out after joy, the shadows sliding over verdant pastures of presence in my soul;
the nebulous moving swiftly over the depths of heaven.