A Sign From Above

A Sign From Above,
has made my tired eyes awaken.

A cloud as white as a dove,
has shown me that I was not forsaken.

It was the Holy Cross,
and from the other clouds it stood alone.

For words I was at a loss,
as I stood motionless as stone.

I slammed my eyes shut tight,
certain that it was an illusion.

Yet it was as real as daylight,
and that was my conclusion.

I wondered what it had meant,
as any normal person would.

Theories came and went,
but only one seemed good.

It must have been a mark,
A Sign From Above.

Do not live life in the dark,
but live in a world full of love.

Yes, if I recall correctly, this poem ties in with Angels on clouds of white... I think, lol. And no, I was not imagining things when I had seen the giant Cross in the sky. Thank you for showing me that you are watching over me Lord as well as all of my family and friends and everyone else.
 

© By Jason T. Goudie