| I'm fascinated these days by clouds, you see, as they scoot across the sky. Do they look the same From Heaven above, as they appear to my mortal eye? Do they look as white compared to angels wings as they seem to be down here? Or are they dusty, gray and dim? Not as surreal as they appear? In my thoughts I wonder about many things seen from an ethereal eye. For maybe that's what it really takes to thoroughly understand "why". Why does grief seem to take so long and why does it cause such pain? Why does someone have to die in order to live again? Maybe my grief is like the clouds, and one day the hurting will stop, when I begin to look at it, not from below, but from the top! I know that God has an order for things designed with His own pure love. Tears, like raindrops, are down below, but the Sunshine is up above. |
| Under The Clouds |
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