Archive Month: September 2015

A Meditation

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  September 26, 2015

I am a cloud, A vapor animated By the Breath of God. I rise up new On currents warmed by the Sun, Always pushed higher. White, I reflect Brilliant Light, or gold fired Past the horizon; Yet my shadow May ominously obscure Or give cooling shelter. I can produce Disappointing drought, or floods Out of my belly. On wings of Wind, I’m pushed high and higher still Til I evaporate In heavenly air.   Teri Ong August 2015 ~Written on the occasion of watching the cloud shows every evening from a cabin in Clark,  Colorado.~

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