BEYOUND THE CLOUDS

Wondering through,
Dancing through,
Just walking by,
Not so far that he cannot hear,
His eyes can pierce through
Even the tiny details.
His hands are so near,
We can be wrapped in them
Have you stopped that your voice
May touch his ears
Have you laid down the burdens
and questions at his receiving feet?
His eyes and yours are the only ones
That travel with us everywhere.


Can we launch out without
Kissing his ears with our voices
Troubles behind, troubles before,
The breadth of his nostrils can
Bring them down.
From the simple utterances of our heart
Dead men have greeted the living as
Men raised their voices to God
The barren have welcomed babies as women raised
their voices before the altar.
Mountains can melt into plain ground
as we raise our voices to the highest...

Complaining,grumbling,murmuring,
Things will still stay the same.
Sitting, standing, or kneeling as we speak
into his heart we can get the map and
Blueprint for our lives.......
On bended knees Elijah saw his hands
in the clouds
And the rain came pouring down.
As we pray we can hold
the stormy winds in our hands
and receive grace to be messengers of peace.
As we pray the eternal hand can help us
live our ordinary lives as
Revelations are birth for the extraordinary.
Kiss his ears with your voice.....