Not all clouds are created equal,

And sometimes dark appear right alongside white,

Making weather forecasting difficult,

Just by looking up.

 

Yet, when light is strewed amongst them,

Lit from the side and above,

Their true colors emerge,

For just a moment.

 

Telling us more than rain conjecture,

Rather the traffic lights of what has been,

And what is to come,

In colors and shapes only God could make.

 

Perhaps I will look up today, just for a change.

 

The Bride says:
On my bed at night I sought him
whom my heart loves–
I sought him but I did not find him.
I will rise then and go about the city;
in the streets and crossings I will seek
Him whom my heart loves.
I sought him but I did not find him.
The watchmen came upon me,
as they made their rounds of the city:
Have you seen him whom my heart loves?
I had hardly left them
when I found him whom my heart loves.

Song of Songs  3:1-4

 

 

Previously, lovingly crafted wood window panes,

And furniture, glass to see through,

Bakelite first, then plastic, now topped on a concrete base;

Also abandoned.

 

Something strange in the violence of destruction,

A weird order, showing the night before,

As all the action is frozen,

Illustrating all the detail of the immediate after,

But only fragments of the life before.

 

Let me unfreeze this chaos, and see new beauty.