This morn I gazed up toward the clouds
Which gathered in the sky,
And thought I saw the face of God
Float softly, slowly by.
This form - it seemed to linger
For a longer time than most;
And for a moment, I could hear
God's heavenly angelic host.
No sooner than my eyes did see,
While joy welled in my heart,
The clouds dispersed - as did the shape
I'd seen right from the start.
But I was let with hope, anew,
That God does watch o'er me;
And ever so often, He does send
These signs for us to see.
~ Mary Chevalier
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