Low-lying clouds freighted with rain move fast across the sky
Burdened with darkness
they move in the direction of the rising sun
Blessed, the sunlight begins to catch them and kiss them
pink, orange and gold added to their darkness
The dome under heaven is vast
ample room for all kinds of clouds
The sun calls them home, drawing them west
The sun never feels fear by the presence of these dark clouds
Instead it laughs and puts bows in their hair
It calls them to itself
makes shapes out of them for kid-minded folks to see,
ships and giraffes and dogs and great sky-lizards
As they journey toward the light,
the ripened darkness is shed abroad over the land
poured out as an offering of tears
giving life to all God’s creation
making glad the city of God
