The Thinking Poet


More Thoughts on Clouds


Just for a moment in this rather full day I looked up at the sky and noted the clouds. I allowed myself the brief recognition that they were beautiful and ever-changing. I thought too that here is a metaphor for God who, like the sky, is always with us, ever beautiful, yet rarely noticed in the hurly-burly of daily living.

If we raise our eyes for a moment, the task of immediate importance is interrupted, its passing opportunity is lost, its expectation, so enticing, is marred. And so we seldom look up to see either the sky or God.