The sky cannot get through
a day of blue
anymore
...and what happened
to those billows of white
took my mind to flight
in their pure puffy
“Imagine that!”
We had names for our dreams
back then
When nature was art....

We just went with it

(A Steadfast Trust.)

Surely tomorrow will come
With all her joys, and ills,
And sorrows.

But there’s no need to fear.    
For, Lord, I know that…
Still, You are God.