When I look up and watch the sky with clouds sailing across it, I think of yet another sky — the sky of love and hope, assailed by clouds of desperation and gloom. But now and then, those clouds scatter and pass and once again, I see a clear sky, with the sun shining gloriously, and I know that there are times when clouds of depair shall pass, as the sky of life becomes clear and spotless. again.
I watch clouds sailing high
Across the sky above,
And think of those across
The sky of hope and love –
Clouds that must invade the sky
Shall slowly clear again,
When the glorious sun of love
Dominates clouds of pain.
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