I love to watch the clouds glide by,
against a beautiful blue sky.
They fascinate me so much,
I watch for hours,
it's not enough.

They float around with such grace,
I look for a Heavenly Face.
I wonder if...,
He's gliding along,
until He's ready to call us home.

I vision seeing him in the clouds,
with outstretched arms standing proud.
A golden robe glistening bright,
watching us come home in flight.

Copyright^© 2001 Barbara Ann Smith