The Clouds Became His Hands Poem by Holly Jamestone
The Clouds Became His Hands
I dreamt I took a walk with God
A meeting face to face
He held my soul and guided me
To a very special place
I saw my life as it had been
And flashbacks of my days
God held my hand and walked with me
Through sunsets, rain and haze
And as I turned to walk away
From sacred, distant lands
The rainbows smiled, the skies were gold
The clouds became his hands
(3-15-2014)
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