Thursday, August 4, 2011


Remember being a little child

lying on your back with your eyes wide shut

staring ceaselessly at the floating clouds above.


Ice cream cone.

Hero dragons with mouths of flame. 

These are the things we saw

more than just puffs of gathered precipitation floating in the


Angels bowling

Cameras flashing.

Roads to Oz.

These are the things we heard

more than just rolling thunder

or whirling tornado clouds.

Child ears. Child eyes.

Nearly twenty-one and never forgotten.

I want to keep my

innocent eyes

to look up at the clouds.

(Note from Rachel: After penning yesterday's post of imperfect prose, I became so inspired to turn my hand at the poetry wheel again. It had been so long, and I felt so deeply that this was something God was telling me I was supposed to undertake once again. And so here it is...uncensored and unedited. 

Spoken word. Living truth.) 


  1. Love this :) When I went on my trip to the Dominican, and had my first plane ride, I was lucky enough to get the window seat for 3 out of 4 of our flights, and I had the best time making pictures out of the clouds...but from above them! ;) It was wicked sweet, and a little bit trippy, since usually, you are looking up, not down, at them! Anyways, this post made me think of that, haha :) I loved it :)

  2. I absolutely loved this post. You should write poetry more often. :)

  3. Ahhh...this is beautiful. You're inspiring me to unlease my inner poet that has been quiet for some time.

  4. This is so beautiful, Rachel. You are truly gifted :))
    -Jocee <3


I look at you and see all the ways a soul can bruise, and I wish I could sink my hands into your flesh and light lanterns along your spine so you know there's nothing but light when I see you. :: Shinji Moon