Oh Greyest Cloud
What blessings come from thee.
Floating endlessly as far as the eye can see.
And as far and wide as can be.
High or low and silent as the breeze and calm as a sea.
Silent as a hush, and mysterious as the hereafter.
To know some but keep learning is to be blessed.
Searching.
Reading.
What we do not know we will search to see.
Searching to be.
And one day be blessed to know and see,
Until one day after the storm,
We find what we are looking for.
SimonB writes 