A Lonely Bright White Cloud Poem by Obed Akuma

All the owls have flown up and gone;
the owls of evil that threatened;
My connection, your intimacy and our love,
With the rock to severe.
They have flown away with the storms;
that come with destructive torrents
away to nothingness

A lonely bright white cloud floats leisurely by.
We never tire of looking at each other -
Only the Rocky Mountain and I and you and all of us
Looking at each other, smiling intimately
His an appreciating glance, mine and yours a thankful one,
Only Jesus and I
Only Jesus and you
Only Jesus and all of us
The Rock that withstands the storms for us