Grace

 The sky was brilliant. 

Clouds tossed in sweeping waves. 

Shadow and light played just right. 

The wisps of wonder intangible. 

Unreachable, because you cannot hold it. 

It moves and dances in the heavens. 

Playing its own heavenly skirts. 

How they sway, then sun breaks. 

It sears the soul with wonders unknown. 

It is the breath of life given in a window. 

As grace filled tears fall in rain. 

Maybe the tired souls was meant for this. 

To dance in the heavens with clouds.