The bitter cloud we feel envelops us
When friends are short and noone seems to smile
Is smaller than  the breath of the white dove

Do we envy  others who find love?
They may suffer inwardly  the while
Sad, bitter clouds some days can wrap us up

 

 

As Jesus in the Garden drained his cup
He shivered, groaned, but was not filled with bile
Sheltered  by  the   fluttering winged  dove.

His eyes too wet, to see the clouds above
He felt   the anguish   of a lost,small child
The bitter clouds  were broken by  his love

The storm would fail, the prophets hear no voice
God  is weeping  at  our human  wiles
Who dwells  within the breath of  holy doves?

Life may seem too dark , we want to fall
The hands of God are  caught in  new built walls
The bitter cloud we feel envelops us
It’s  self torment, it’s  profitless ,seek Good.