The Clouds of Life by Rachel Jacobs

Rachel Jacobs, Member 55,934 wrote told us she “created a poem for the firmly-minded purpose of the well-being of the clouds”.  We hope you enjoy it as much as we did.

The Clouds of Life

A round of life, and that of death

Who beckons those away.

Who steals the knife, who steals the breath

Of those who yearn to stay.


Of brevity, of shortness

Rather infant fresh demise,

Of lives and souls of drifting wisps,

Of youth with all but lies.


To them they are of Cirrus

Who crane their necks to see,

A faintly there, but there alas,

Of actuality.


Of those who seek revenge,

Who sought and seek and went,

To all the spitting measures

But never reached content.


Altocumulus they turn,

Their souls reach up and are,

Through hills and dales they try and fail

A moon without a star.


And gentlemen and ladies

With motives good and true, 

Who shine through after darkness

And honour through and through,


These noble ones at heart,

Who learned in the lore,

Become all the fair cumulus

In kindness evermore.


And it comes, by-and-by,

From solid, sinking, be,

To serene drifting sighs,

Of man dustpaned by me.


Swept away by rolls of clouds

With kerchief, breath and shroud,

For life nor death can sunder

All the love to man endowed.


© Rachel Jacobs 2022

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