From the Clouds
Gazing upwards I see stairs descending downward
Toward me I see the Lord looking down on me
I know I’m not worthy but thanks Lord for looking after me
Saving my soul and my sanity
If only, He had touched ground that day
But today was not the Day and anyway,
I thought I heard Him say, “Wake up!”
And at that very moment, I did. In a cold sweat.
Sleeping next to Bud, snuggled in a sleeping bag, under the stars
with the occasional cloud passing by . . .
Copyright © Benjamin Bartley | Year Posted 2024
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