As I stand alone on a deserted hill top With no one or no thing around me, In a picture perfectness Very few have ever seen, I watch as a few fluffy white clouds Float above me so slowly. I begin to watch those clouds, And try to tune out All other sounds That block my perception, So I can try to hear The sound of the cloud's path. With a little more concentration I begin to hear a very soft sound, As one cloud floats by Followed by another Then joins with each other, The likes of which I've never heard. A humming so low and soft That I've never noticed before; Could it be a distant sound from afar? Or maybe the voice of God Singing His sweet song Of love to the land He created. It could be God's voice If I wanted it to be. Many people want and need to hear The voice of God. But if you don't listen carefully, His voice is shadowed and not heard. I prefer to believe That God's voice is in everything. No matter if it's a bird Or a leaf falling from a tree. His voice is everywhere, Even inside our hearts. One has to just listen for a while, To be able to hear His voice. In doing this you can also hear His songs in everything; The soft breeze of the wind, Or anything that makes it's own sound. So next time you see a white puffy cloud, Or the softly blowing wind even, Clear your mind of all it's troubles, And listen with your heart Until you can hear the hum Of God's soft sweet song. by Jann Newland ©July 2009

"The Sound Of Clouds"