06 August 2014

Mom's birthday


Your eternity of searching
Will yet be gratified
When the next I.C.C. pastor
Skips down from the sky.
Steps lightly from the cloud bank,
The one—so thought our brain—
‘Twould hold us up should we bail out
From an over-crowded plane.

There has been one cloud in the sky
That does support my weight,
Allowing me to stay aloft
When in a burdened state.
For you have also been my rock
As well as in the strata. 
(Now may we no more sully clouds
With all our worldly data). 

Love, Jeffry