Time is a cloud that changes shape
all before your eyes.
From below, they heave and flow
and make our views grow dark
We wait awhile for the rain to stop
to see a patch of blue.
That shaft of sun, like the dove who comes,
with an olive in his mouth.
Don't worry the dove has flown away
and left the earth gone wild.
For its only men who go on blind,
and its always God who stays.
Jan 6, 2015
Jan 6, 2015 at 6:48 PM UTC
Time is a cloud that changes shape
all before your eyes.
From below, they heave and flow
and make our views grow dark
We wait awhile for the rain to stop
to see a patch of blue.
That shaft of sun, like the dove who comes,
with an olive in his mouth.
Don't worry the dove has flown away
and left the earth gone wild.
For its only men who go on blind,
and its always God who stays.
Felt like I had to write somethin deep. Every word was taken from the book Godric written by Frederick Buechner. Which is such a good freaking book. READ IT
