The clouds roll by slowly
as though they’ve probably always
done before
slowly edging, forever passing
the height of the tree lines…
They do not stop
They do not hesitate
Or ponder
Or formulate regret
From days’ past
Or what is on the other side…
They simply roll…
Slowly
Easily
Not caring who sees them
Or who doesn’t
Because they know the secret
So many forget…
That faith is sometimes
Found through calm
Fierceness
A gentle edging
Forever pushing
Through the turmoil
Through the tree lines
To something wonderful
To something no one else sees
To something we all have buried deep inside…
To something called, Hope.
Party Gatherings 