Poems. What Do You See?

When I look out across the sprawling Gulf,

Sometimes placid, sometimes rough.

I often see billowing clouds of fluffy white,

Splashed with dashes of dazzling light.

They float in majesty across Heaven’s azure-blue sky,

Where endless wonders meet my eye.

Sometimes I spy a face, a ship, or a crown,

As Father God, His glories pour down.

To me, His towering clouds are a sacred sign,

In seeing them, I feel His presence—pure, divine.

When I gaze above and in reverence stare,

All too often, I find Father God there.

When earthly worries weigh upon my mind,

And answers I chase but seldom find.

I lift my old eyes, and my faith allows,

A glimpse of Father God within the clouds.

No matter if the sky turns a blackened gray,

I know Father God is never far away.

And each time I look up above,

I see a sign of His endless love.

Because in the clouds, both wild and free,

I sense that Father God is near to me.

(A poem penned by Anthony Wayne Kalberg)