The clouds piled high
And children
In the street.
A wind is thundering
In the trees
Lifting me
off my feet.
Such a golden day,
A wonderful time
To be snatched away.
Come, Lord Jesus,
I pray,
Come and snatch
Me away.
Come and take me
in clouds
Let me lose myself
in crowds,
And not care
About a thing
As long as I’m
Not asleep,
Just caught up
In the thrall,
Letting go
Not caring at all.
Here I am
Hearing the call,
Looking down
On the urban sprawl
The houses ticky tack
Now seem to me
So small
And plans I made
Last night
All seem so banal.
But it’s a lovely day
With the wind
Having its way…
It’s sad
To leave, in fact.
Would I be impolite
To want to go back?
Don’t get me wrong
I love your ways
But it’s such a lovely day—
Couldn’t you
Just delay?
I mean,
It’s a thrill
To be swept away…
I’d just prefer
Another day.