I watched some clouds today.
They seemed to be floating out towards the sea,
all moving at the same speed,
past the backdrop of an Autumn blue,
The sun doesn’t seem to mind,
as the individual plumes of white,
simultaneously move past it. Defusing the sun’s warmth,…..blocking…..it’s light.
What surprising destination will their arrival reveal?
Are they gathering beyond human sight,
only to return as a storm tonight?
There is no small tension in their flying formation.
Parallel, parading perfectly as if being conducted into position.
Perhaps pushed along by the breath Giver?
Their clumsy shape, no matter how untidy,
doesn’t seem to hinder this grace filled display of aerial precision flying.
There are no vertical loops, g-forces, flags, fumes or fancy logos…
just white shapes, silently, slowly sailing on by.
What a gift to sit and stare at these distant monoliths.
These mysterious, and quiet airships of vapour, water and light.
‘The clouds are the dust of His feet’ (Nahum 1:3, ESV).