A Parade in the Sky
Yes, I want to be a writer & Yes, I am a writer. Owning that is rather embarrassing. Still I write and dare to stretch and invite you into my process of thoughts and ponderings and wonderings and long unending sentences that are completely inappropriate! Ha. Still. I write. Whew. I think I will leave the honesty of all that right here. Perhaps…. We will see!
Here’s the deal. I was up early with coffee and prayer and flannel pajamas on my front porch. The wind was soaked with moisture that frizzled my hair. I.don’t.care.today. And that’s a good thing. The moment was too good to pass.
I tried to take a photo of the clouds overhead that just…kept...rolling… between the stars and me. For whatever reason, I could not get my camera to capture the breathtaking delight that filled my soul. I came inside to put it to words so I would always remember.
Welcome to a glimpse inside my heart that loves marching bands and parades, stars and clouds, wind and rain… all at the same time.
Catch ya later!
Mary…….. here goes
While you slept
there was a parade
way up in the sky.
Stars watched on one side
and
I on the other
as floating clouds rolled by
one after another
parading the street
that stood between
me and the stars
way up in the sky.
While you slumbered in your beds
cloud after cloud marched overhead.
The beat of a drum.
The flash of a light.
A thunderous marching band
was soon to be sight.
My heart raced and rested
and cheered and applauded
as stars watched on one side
and
I on the other.