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Writer's pictureTyler Goerl

Cloud Hopper


Hovering atop heavenly haze—

O the vastness, I gaze.

Enlightened by sun rays,

I see clearly these days.


Sailing along azure seas

stretched white with fair foam,

a pilgrim, I ever do roam

hopping on clouds, no keys.


Gloriously I glide,

the Pilot ever at my side.

I see no divide

between earth, sea and sky

as I soar miles high.


O Numinous navigation,

O Wondrous reconciliation—

graces abound

as I sing aloud

heartfelt hymns of jubilation.

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