CLOUDS OF LIFE

There comes times in our lives when clouds begin to form around us. Sometimes they bring showers of blessing. At other times they are dark storm clouds that reach into the depths of our souls. We look for the silver lining and hope that good will come out of our deep distress. The following poem attempts to bring us from the dark clouds of despair into the calm of our Lord’s presence in our lives. May you find the peace of God in the midst of your storm.

CLOUDS OF LIFE

Clouds of our lives float overhead,
Writing upon the sky.
Daily new messages they bring,
Apparent to the eye.

Sometimes a lone cloud lingers near,
A beauty to behold.
Then others gather by its side,
To show a message bold.

The mass grows heavy with the rain,
And lightning starts to flash.
The thunder claps with loud applause,
As raindrops to earth crash.

The storms of life encompass us,
Fear in hearts doth abound.
Cloud bursts are blasting at our souls,
Flood waters surge around.

No matter what the clouds may bring,
Fierce storms or gentle rain.
My soul in peace shall ere abide,
For Christ within doth reign.

When the clouds of life beset you,
In the darkness of the night.
May the Holy Spirit comfort,
And keep you from all fright.

Don E. Cunningham
Patriot Octogenarian Poet
©8/6/2009

MY SHROUD

The following poem is based upon a dream I had ten years ago. I was only home from the hospital a couple of days after having quadruple bypass surgery. I fell asleep in a recliner. I dreamed I went to a play at Prescott Fine Arts Association. During intermission I stepped outside to get a breath of fresh air. There was a misty rain. Suddenly, I found myself in an ambulance with siren wailing. An oxygen mask was over my nose and mouth. I was talking with the Lord, saying, “Lord I can’t go, Sharon needs me.” He responded, “Don’t worry I will take care of her.”
Then I felt myself being sucked up through the oxygen mask. I was swirling upward in a rainbow shroud of beautiful indescribably rich, soft colors. My voice changed. I found myself singing praises to my Lord. I awoke but the dream lingers in my heart.
Later, in Revelation 4:2 & 3, I read: “And immediately I was in the spirit: and, behold, a throne was set in heaven, and one sat on the throne. And he that sat was to look upon like a jasper and a sardine stone: and there was a rainbow round about the throne, in sight like unto an emerald.”
What a future to look forward to. While still abiding here may we ever be conscious of His presence in our hearts. He will never leave nor forsake us. Remember His rainbow of promise.

MY SHROUD

My shroud is a swirling rainbow,
Enfolds me in God’s light.
The colors are overwhelming,
‘Tis a glorious sight.

The hues are illuminating,
Soft colors I behold.
I am swept around inside them,
Their beauty can’t be told.

I can feel myself rotating,
My soul is Heaven bound,
My vocal cords have been renewed,
I sing the glory sound.

Alleluia in the highest,
All glory to His name.
I can hear the Heavenly chorus,
His praises we acclaim.

Behind the towering throne of God,
A rainbow I can see.
I need not fear the shroud of death,
His love encircles me!

Don E. Cunningham, P.O.P. ©9/2/09