Eye In The Sky
Can You Believe What You See?
Have you heard the rumors
have you seen the signs
The clouds hide an intruder
lurking high up in the sky
Are they spying or returning
what are they trying to say?
Should the sightings be concerning
something heaven wants to convey?
Some look like faces in the clouds
Some with dragons, bearing wings
Some resemble human eyes
or choirs of angels, about to sing
Fingers extending over the desert
reaching upward towards the sun
Is this nature's way to give alert
about the things that are to come?
Are we in an open book
and every day is a new chapter
Remember the boy who cried wolf?
awaiting a happily ever-after
I don't have a suggestion
of what any of this means
But with a little introspection
the answers may come in your dreams
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I saw a man from Arizona on TikTok talking about the signs the clouds were giving, (warning) and it sparked this poem. (leon13135) If you want to check it out
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It is amazing what one can see in the clouds. Who knows something is in the works from above.
It is amazing how many different shapes and forms you can see when you stop to look at the clouds. Nice work, Kelli.
Red sky at night, sailor's delight. Red sky at morning, sailor take warning. We know how to interpret signs in both earth & sky, but still have no clue how to interpret the present age. (cf. Luke 12:56)
Great Poem, Kelli! When I was a kid, I used to think the shapes in the clouds were real