I found myself back on the floor again.
Wrestling a cloud that swept over me.
This one, cumulus…
Big and Grey.
With arms that boldly void out the day.
Cumulus swollen with liquid death,
prepared to blow it’s liquid breath.
But I ran….
I hid….
under the Son.
concealed myself with The Piercing one.
The one with warm arms of ray.
Radiant and lovely more than day.
He pushes away clouds filled with heaviness,
And places the oil of joy and gladness.
-A.G. Ayuen