As my son and I sat at the stoplight, he pointed up through the windscreen to the clouds above us and said, “Look, it’s like a painting—you can even see the brush strokes!” Which was a good description, because these were not the common heavy grey or even puffy white variety of clouds, they were streaked and lined and spotted as if an artist had come along and dripped and wiped the last remnants of white from his paintbrush against a deep blue drop-cloth.
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Clouds (a poem)
As clouds diffuse
the sun’s great light
and drain the world of colour
my restless thoughts
have covered up
your glory and your power
at times a ray—or two—breaks through
at times I think I’m glimpsing you
and suddenly the world explodes
in living colour I behold
all things as they were meant to be
(it’s in your radiance I see)
and then my anxious thoughts return
and then my anxious heart unlearns
the beauty of your majesty
the goodness of your plan for me
and in the clouds (the glory-thieves)
I cry, “Lord, help my unbelief!”
