Clouds over the Wolds

THE GRASS is cool; upon my back I lie -
Across the Wolds sail clouds so white;
A convoy floating through a sky so blue.
Clouds so graceful, serene and bright.

I hear a lark ascend - at peace am I,
I close my eyes, I see no more;
The lark now silent; a heavenly calm descends,
I sigh – such joy – my soul restore.

In faith I see beyond the clouds and sky -
Of heaven’s wonders that never cease;
Across unbound eternal time and space
My mind and heart and soul find peace.

Aware, I am, of realms beyond the sky,
Th’eternal cosmic ocean of space;
Joy unbound by mortal life so frail,
Unbound and free through God’s good grace.

Is this a truly heavenly sight I see
As dimly through a darkened glass?
Is it that we, like clouds, are destined to be
Merely day-time shadows that pass?

The grass is cool; upon my back I lie -
Across the Wolds sail clouds so white;
A convoy floating through a sky so blue.
Clouds so graceful, serene and bright.