Poem: Clouds

It’s been a long time since I’ve written anything creative since I started this blog. Writing, like any art or craft, must be practiced. I still write a lot, but producing blog posts and About Me pages uses different skills and parts of the brain than what is needed to world-build or create memorable characters. So, it seemed only natural to begin to worry…

I recently created a string of visual prompts for the Speculative Christian Writers group I co-lead on Scribophile.  One of the images in particular caught my attention, but it triggered a mood not a story. I was stuck because I didn’t know what to do with the feeling it stirred in me.

This morning, I decided to sit down and write something, anything, to break out of this creative dry spell. Instead of a story came this free-form poem. I’m not a poet. But I find that, for me, feelings are more easily expressed in this form.

Is it an inspirational poem? I wouldn’t say so. But it does represent how I feel this mornig. And, I suspect there are others out there feeling something similar. So, I share it this morning to encourage those who trust God even if they don’t know what He has in store for them, for those who are confused, frustrated, feeling down, and who just want to know they aren’t alone.

 

Clouds

I know you’re there.

Hidden

beyond the clouds.

Arrayed in white light,

Inhabiting a world

beyond understanding.

King of the universe

Lord of all.

My Father,

And, my God.

 

I know this.

But I am small.

The distance between us so great,

I cannot see you

At all.

You’re light is bright,

But clouds

confound.

When I reach for You,

Emptiness abounds.

 

I stand on the cusp of a mountain,

An island between worlds.

If I throw myself to the Void

Would you catch me?

If I command these stones to become

Bread

Would You feed me?

 

If I raise myself up,

Would You praise me?

 

You see me.

Now

I see, too.

Clouds on the inside

Clouds on the outside.

I will stand,

And await

Your wind.

 

Delia Talent April 24, 2018