Peering at the sky one night, I saw the scene unfold.
It came to me in little parts, so I could just behold.
Sno-capped mountains, suspended in air,
The view from the window, breathtaking to share.
Peaks swirled upward, angled to show
The look of a snow cap, ready to go.
The white and the blue clouds flowing along,
Billow softly forward as a cotton-tipped swan.
It can’t be imitated; it’s dimensions grow free.
What a lovely canopy that night was opened to me.
Bursting through the clouds, a spotlight was there
Of a lighthouse, shining on us, looking out for us here.
It peaked through the darkened spots of these, if you will.
It gave a great effect as it pierced through this window sill.
This form can change its wonder, and be seen as waves that roll.
Crashing to the shore and then, looking like a scroll.
It’s violent, yet relaxing; it makes you want some more.
You find yourself examining just whom God did this for.
From one view comes the sand dunes, so remote, they look real bare.
Yet it needs no explanation; its purpose is still there.
One cannot view the entire scope of this illustrious sky,
Unless you see the piercing face of He, to whom we cry.
He made it so we’d see His work, since it is hard to view
His work at all in our own lives; we act as if He’s through.
The first act opens curtain clouds and shows the stage- that’s all.
It is too bad we do not wait to catch His curtain call.
When He returns, He will use these; the very clouds we love.
Notice the color and form unfold; He’ll come back from above.