Kurt Brindley's Blog

If the clouds could come & give me a ride

I would sit on them & sway away in delight

And ask them to take me in their cozy coat

Covering me all in the softness galore

Ask them to take me in the world up away

High up in the clouds where they say fairies stay.

As I reach there, I will learn a few skills to tap & whoosh & fulfill some wish

Wishes of all those who are in need.

Those wishes of cute eyes of kids crying for help.

The ones who are lost in war, with no one to help.

Those unanswered prayers of people with disease, the ones suffering & asking for relief.

Those hard to be fulfilled wishes & prayers with which are linked the needy’s care.

Wishes of such kind seems impossible in today’s time. There is so much going around in those with dirty minds,

Those who cause chaos & all the mess.

& are killing ruthlessly & causing much stress

I may sound kiddish to dream of fairyland & bring glitters of kindness with me in my hand

However it may sound, but I don’t mind

As long as I wish to bring some good in Mankind.

Often I wonder where does the “kind” go from man.

Maybe I’m thinking too much, what can I do, I’m a woman.

I was born to think,

That’s what many say.

Woman think a lot

They are made that way, and I think again, “Thank God that I think.”

It’s my thinking that makes me ponder, to be a better being.

Everyday I think & try to reach my soul.

And

today my thinking wants to take a tour

In the world of clouds, where they say Angels live.

With a hope to bring in my palm, some glitters of bliss

So I have few powers to whoosh away the pain

That causes chaos often unexplained.