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
©  Ferna Lary Mills
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