Clouds Of Rapture Poem by JOE POEWHIT

Clouds Of Rapture



Cloud under my feet.
Floating air seems a treat.
Cloud Heaven universe.
To most it's perverse.
GOD, sitting upon a cloud.
Judgment of a Holy shroud.
Jesus words are a song.
What is time, not for long.


(2011)

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JOE POEWHIT

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New York City
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