The God Cloud

We marvel at the Internet, its cloud
of information somewhere in the sky,
before which every human head is bowed,
pictures and print they say will never die.

God has His cloud beyond the universe,
all that we do He keeps a record of,
all human thoughts that no one can disperse,
all of the ways that we reflect His love.

Finally there is the tiny cloud of mine,
all that I think and do, my every word,
my life stored in that memory divine,
can any doubt my little prayer gets heard?

Your cloud, O Lord, remains in spiritual space,
mere tech clouds pass, but not Your cloud of grace.

                             by Pete Voelz     1/18/15