THE BECKONING CLOUD
                                                                       by Maggie Barton                 

 Deep inside myself I do really know,
That within my unknowing, I may surely grow
Into my soul, pressing forward with love.
Leading me onward, being drawn from above.

 For above that Cloud there is a light,
Sometimes shining, mostly out of sight.
My soul always groping, feeling so frail,
Wishing at times, it could lift life’s Veil.

But alas, there is only that mystical Cloud
That beckons me onward into its shroud.
There in the shroud my soul softens its grasp,
Swirls itself onward into the Cloud’s cast.

 There in the Cloud, my soul can feel safe,
God shining down, guiding my pace,
At peace in the Cloud, I know that to be.
At last I realize: I don’t have to see.

Only the Cloud with its mystical play,
 Propelling me forward into its sway.
There in that sway I experience the All,
Where I am the All, and nothing at all.