Written in the Clouds

Beautiful road traveled. Mesmerized by His creations, left unto itself would take over what man destroys..."See momma...the bear, bear with his eyes closed!" Pull out of zone and ask, "What, Where, Where do you see a bear?"...I ponder, wonder, look at surroundings. Her reply, "In the clouds, see there, his eyes are closed, paw in front of face." "Oh, yes, yes I see, how cool is that!" Almost there, to worship, to listen, to learn, to change, and to fellowship...but I can't help wonder...and ask?...age comes, I find so comes the lose of innocence, loss of imagination, loss of child-like faith...the prince ruler of this world will putrefy, destroy, desensitize all to believe lies, we become stricken with grief, anger, greed, pity, covetousness and the like...must remain whole, wholesome, holy living sacrifice unto Thee. Oh, what goes in, must come out...her sweetness confirms...put Lord and His word in and that is what will come out...oh yes we all are born into sin, but age brings the stronger battle, to repent, to submit, to surrender unto Thee...pulling up now...thoughts running, but in awe of innocent imagination...one word...captivating. The wonder of the clouds that loom around, above. Age sees gloom, something that hovers, child-like faith sees beauty, sees Life...ponder while walking in, must thank the Lord for His blessings...His children...the clouds...the wondrous of works of Him, bringing forth rain to water crops, to feed, to cleanse...oh the cleansing...it is but a moment now, only marked by memory and this, the black and white to mark time which can not be stopped. worship, growth, fellowship back on the beautiful road traveled...sweet child-like worship...tears run down face, glimpse of Jesus and His sweet children singing unto Thee...true worship, true innocence, the beauty...pray that is not lost and He will use to bring Him glory...song through radio...cinderella...dad stops time while he can, she pulls at his heart, he responds, answers question from child to stop world and dance, dance for memories...tears run down my face and he holds my hand...not a word, just a hand...unspoken we both know time will not stop, we have to stop for time...sweet voices, sweet time, sweet smiles and sweet rhyme, awe the memories on this beautiful road traveled...the bear...we may never know why his eyes were closed, only that he was seen...confirming... innocence written in the clouds. so much more...for now...pause...dance...see what might be written in the clouds. Job 35:5