God's Little Cloud

I, Lord, am like a lonely little cloud,
I set my sights to sail across Your sky,
I’m silent, still, unlike the lightning loud,
that strikes with thunderous clap as I slink by.

You have a plan for fleeting mists like me--
to join with other clouds to make the rain,
to gather wet together so that we
may drench the plain to grow the fields of grain.

You make me fly as if I were Your Son,
Whose grain becomes His bread if we persist,
we change the drops to vines ‘til we are done,
so bread and wine become His Eucharist.

To make men more divine I fill my role,
a little cloud with all my heart and soul.

                    -- by Pete Voelz       1/21/13