Poem: Lost in the Land of Clouds

I wandered far beyond the ground,
To where the skies no end had found.
A stair of wind, a path of light,
Led me to dreams in silent flight.

The land of clouds, so soft, so wide,
With cotton hills and peaks of pride.
No maps, no roads, just drifting ways,
Where hours melt to silver haze.

I walked on mist, through doors of air,
With nothing firm, yet all felt fair.
The sun would paint with golden hues,
And moonlight sang in violet blues.

No voices called, no names to know,
Just whispers in the winds that blow.
I lost my name, my shape, my sound,
And found new truths in all unbound.

Perhaps I’ll never quite return,
Though feet may fall on earth and fern—
For part of me forever shrouds,
Still lost in the land of clouds.

Thank-you for reading.

Remember there are many paths back to God.

Follow your own path,

Brenda Marie