dont ask where god is <br />because he is right there <br />each day painting the cloud <br />from white to grey to <br />oppressive dark <br />a new picture for you <br />sweeps into view <br />each breath of our day <br />dont ask where god is <br />because he is just right here <br />stringing vapour into clouds <br />working our red hot blood <br />pouring cool rain over the land <br />tending to the migrating birds <br />sending the wind out for their flight <br />dont ask where god is <br />for he is right in the field <br />bathing the land with his tears <br />for all the crops to sprout <br />so that we could share his booty <br />dont ask where god is <br />he is right up there <br />painting the cloud <br />from white to scarlet to stormy grey <br />dont ask where god is <br />he is right here straining his love <br />to make sure you have the best of him <br />poured out like tea to warm up your day <br /> <br />inspired by <br /> <br />Cloud withdrew from the Sky <br />A Cloud withdrew from the Sky <br />Superior Glory be <br />But that Cloud and its Auxiliaries <br />Are forever lost to me <br />Had I but further scanned <br />Had I secured the Glow <br />In an Hermetic Memory <br />It had availed me now. <br />Never to pass the Angel <br />With a glance and a Bow <br />Till I am firm in Heaven <br />Is my intention now. <br />Emily Dickinson<br /><br />john tiong chunghoo<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/cloud-withdrew-from-the-sky/
