Clouds of Fire

June 8, 2022

When I was younger

and saw golden sunlight through the clouds,

I used to think it was a gateway to heaven.

Back then I thought

It was how angels came to the Earth

To do what they needed to do.

Now I wish it were true.

That it was a gateway

But to give visiting hours to those of us still here.

I'd come visit

Three times a week

Probably more like once a day.

I wouldn't ask about the future

Or even about the past

I'd just be there with you.

But maybe I'd start

To take that time for granted

And forget the healing process.

Or maybe I'd forget

To appreciate a sky

That looks like heaven's inviting me in.

So now I look at sunsets

Over corn and soybean fields

Wondering about the sky behind the pearly gates

Younger me still looks

For the gateway in the clouds

While older me misses you wistfully.

However the angels get here

Whenever I find my way there

I'll still enjoy golden sunsets with clouds on fire.

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