All is silent on my hill.
I can’t see the house beside me,
Nor the tree before me.
The fog has moved into my mountains.
Shrouded,
I can’t see,
Beyond me.
Is anyone out there?
Or downstair?
Nowhere!
Nowhere is there proof of somebody,
Besides me.
Hello,
Hello out there!
Is there anybody but me?
I’m blinded,
And deaf from the fog.
God?
God, are you there?
Where?
It’s me,
I need Thee.
Author’s Note: I whipped this out just now (7/28/2021 am) for my morning prayer/vow. The fog outside is blanketed everywhere, Triggering my thought-poem-prayer. Amen.
The photo out my mountainside here in Appalachia, reminds me of the song I wrote, “I Was Born Above the Clouds.” I will post the song in my album, “Tom Strums,” found on the HOME page.
BORN ABOVE THE CLOUDS
I was born above the clouds
I was born above the clouds
I was born above the clouds
I made it down, down to earth somehow
I was born above the clouds
I was born above the clouds
I was born above the clouds
Oh Lord, made it down somehow
I was born above the clouds
I was born above the mirth
I was put on this old earth
To live a life below the mirth
I was born above the clouds
I was born above the mirth
I lived, lived my life on earth
Oh Lord, I’m heading home
I was born above the clouds
I was born above the clouds
I was born above the clouds
Oh my Lord, made it down somehow
I was born above the clouds
I was born above the clouds
I’m going home to where I’m from
Oh Lord, Lord, I’m coming home
I was born above the clouds
I was born above the clouds
I was born above the clouds
I’m going home!
Tom Tenbrunsel, 8/12/2021©️