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.
How my heart sings 