Scattered Clouds
The clouds are torn and tattered as the wind
goes screaming by
rugged strips are scattered, blown like the roots
about the sky
by angry gusts that shake the house and shudder through the room
But out there, if you look, you'll see a gold crack in the gloom
a glimpse of glory from the source of everlasting light
reminds you that behind the doom black darkness all is bright.
It may be that your small world is rocked by storms today.
Troubles are like moving clouds they come, but not
to stay
tomorrow or the next day there'll be happier things
in view
the golden cracks will open out to let the sun come through
Patience Strong