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Clouds

by Ada A. Ohnezeit


The mist of morning shreds in streams

Revealing hints of sky,

Then peeping through, the sunlight beams

Midst shifting clouds on high.


Now, brightening rays unmask the view

The blanket-mist disguised,

And see, the blue-arched firmament

Gleams bright before my eyes!


No thunderheads aloft to mar

The beauty of this scene,

Just cumulous, great puffy clouds,

Like pillows, in a dream.


Above, that wealth of Heaven's blue

No artist's hands employ,

For only God can paint the sky

The color of pure Joy!


 


Ada Anne Ohnezeit, born in 1925, is a lifelong resident of Western Pennsylvania, and has been reading and writing poetry since her youth. Throughout her life, Ada has written many short, humorous verses for friends and family and longer compositions about life, death, family, faith, nature, and holidays. These works have been enjoyed only by loved ones of all ages and the church community as she has never submitted her work for publication until now in her 99th year. These works submitted were chosen out of 64 currently ready for review.

Ada has recently filmed two volumes of her poetry for her church and has been traveling to other local churches to read. She is currently writing and revising work to prepare for a third. Ada’s recorded works can be found in the YouTube playlist “The Poetry of Ada A. Ohnezeit”:

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