Now there is a cloud, as small as man’s hand.
Rising from the sea.
Our life runs through our hands like sand.
One day there will be no you or me.

Anyone who is angry with his brother.
Will answer for it before the court.
We have so little time, why be angry with brother, sister.
Life is just too short.

They were shouting at each other on television.
I turned over to John Barry on Classic FM.
Much calmer as I kept the garden outside in vision.
That was enough noise pro tem.

Peace for a time .
Because all we have is this time.

………

Now there is a cloud
As small as a hand of man
But is it for us

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See 1 Kings 18 and Matthew 5 : 20-26