Friday, May 28, 2010

posted by Dr. James G. Hood
Friday, May 28, 2010

The following poem is taken from Karen Jean Matsko Hood’s book Frost of Spring Green, p. 209:


White clouds stream above my head,

beyond my touch.

I look up and wonder

about the meaning of life.

What should I see?

What do I search for past the clouds?

Beyond my touch?

Beyond my leap?

Why do some hope each day,

to touch the skies and

know Your love, your presence?

Why do others despair each day?

Others mourn in gray storm clouds that

block the sun of light overhead.

Realize that dull haze above brings

fresh spring rain to nurture our crops,

that feed our souls in expectation.

Karen Jean Matsko Hood © 2010


Dr. James G. Hood

Frost of Spring Green may be purchased at Karen’s Bookstore

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