While watching rain clouds go by|
As, through the heavens they traipse,
I feel certain that I view
Clouds of such heavenly shapes.
While drinking from a passing stream -
One of my favored escapes -
The ripples over rocky beds
Remind me of heavenly shapes.
Beneath a tree in summertime,
Where a heavy-leafed limb drapes,
The shadows cast remind me of
Comforting heavenly shapes.
Whether deer prance in meadows,
Or drink at the shore of lakes,
The grace and beauty seen in each
Qualifies them as heavenly shapes.
I see in mothers everywhere,
Who kiss away our hurts and scrapes,
The best of what Heís given us,
The best of Godís Heavenly shapes.
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