As I travel,
I find myself
Following footsteps,
Where He has trod.
Tiny patches
Of clouds,
Hanging silently,
Just above the ground.
They mark
Where He has been.
If I follow,
I will find Him.
My maker.
The master of the universe.
He created the clouds
And He created me.
What a mystery!
Yet to be solved,
But someday
It shall be.
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