The clouds are hiding behind the mountain today. Hiding
or perhaps giving support. Holding the mountain until the
brokenness mends – until the mountain can
hold its own peak with grace and majestic holiness.
Sometimes even the sturdy, the steadfast
ache for the tender touch of cloud,
patiently stitching the old with the new.
Patches of the whole universe- an embroidery of the
magnificent tapestry of who you are.
©Ansa Smit, May 2015.
– for Julie.