recognizing shapes in the clouds
souls are floating in heaven
clouds showed me a peek of them
a window to heaven
I see Jesus from the back
He glides upwards to meet them
there is another cloud that resembles north America
Does He know I am watching?
Do the clouds realize I recognize their shapes?
I watch, until the portal closes
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2024
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