A Cloud

Poem By kendall thomas

I dreamed I was a cloud last night.
Saw toy soldiers off to war,
children kicking sand castles.

I soared above the four-cornered world
and saw multitudes of starving poor,
and wondered why god
did nothing to ease their pain.

But perhaps this thing, that some call god,
is but a flame that bursts
upon the scene, to flicker
and then to die -
recurring endlessly, it seems,
no more omnipotent than you or I.

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