I See the Clouds and Wonder

I lay quietly upon the grass, my hands behind my head.

I gaze up at the beautiful sky as the sun sets and it turns red.

My eyes traverse from the sunset to the white clouds floating up above.

They are floating in the tranquility of the mist of the blue skies love.

I watch them as they lazily move slowly with the wind

And wonder if the day will come when the clouds come to an end.

My mind can pick out shapes and forms that remind me of many things

But most of all they look like clouds, like birds but with no wings.

They paint upon the bright blue sky and it occurs to me

That what they really and truly look like is the breath of God to me.

So, my friend I invite you to try this exercise.

Take some time and simply lay back and gaze upon the skies.

God lives there.  God lives here among you and also me

He is the sky, he is the mountains and he is the sea.

If you have not yet found him, search him out

Then you will truly know what life is all about.