Clouds of Glass

Floating
Untouchable
Across the sky
Providing shade
To Earth below
Standing
Tall and rigid
Breakable
Reaching for
What floats above
Aspiring to hold
Reflections
Within its frame
Until the sky multiplies
Clouds merging
With glass
A temporary
Work of art
For my eyes
On this day

This does not feel like a simple Sunday. Definitely not our family’s typical Easter Sunday. Yet, we are thankful. Dad is making progress, maybe not as quickly as we would like…patience. But we will celebrate even the tiniest of steps.

Happy Easter! 🕊️