(Can’t remember if this has already been posted) 16:7:23
So…
(What did you do last weekend?)
A twentieth century parable?
I’m sat here camping
the dawn chorus woke me at four this morning
And couldn’t get back to sleep,
So as the sun rose I rose
Reverted to default mode
And sat outside the tent drinking coffee
Thinking,
But my minds blank,
No blinding flash of brilliance,
No super spiritual experience,
No revelation,
just coffee,
sitting aimlessly staring into the clouds,
There were low clouds rushing across the sky,
Seeming to be in a hurry to go somewhere…
As the low clouds parted there were white clouds just hanging there all white bright and fluffy framed by the bright blue sky,
Then high up above all other clouds just seen, way up high in the sky, little wisps of clouds, so high They we’re hardly noticed …
Then I heard a voice saying
These clouds are like my church,
The low clouds not standing idly by, but
Busying them selves moved by the wind of the Holy Spirit
to find the place to rain down on the earth,
quenching, refreshing renewing watering the dry land,
Then there are the white fluffy clouds aimlessly meandering around no particular direction happy to just hang there looking pretty waiting for the breeze to rouse them,
Then those high clouds
Don’t even go there…
They’re ’s So heavenly minded they’re no earthly use at all!
Behind it all was the bright blue sky
Always there in-spite of the covering clouds
heaven looking down
maybe?
I saw shaken out of this daydream it started to rain
Closed my eyes and lifted my face up to the sky
the gentle refreshing restoring mizzling shower, entrancing me,
Until it started belting down
Soaking me right through to the skin
so I got up and went in side
My tent to shelter…
I love to be refreshed
You can have too much of a good thing!
So…
(What did you do last weekend?)
A twentieth century parable?
I’m sat here camping
the dawn chorus woke me at four this morning
And couldn’t get back to sleep,
So as the sun rose I rose
Reverted to default mode
And sat outside the tent drinking coffee
Thinking,
But my minds blank,
No blinding flash of brilliance,
No super spiritual experience,
No revelation,
just coffee,
sitting aimlessly staring into the clouds,
There were low clouds rushing across the sky,
Seeming to be in a hurry to go somewhere…
As the low clouds parted there were white clouds just hanging there all white bright and fluffy framed by the bright blue sky,
Then high up above all other clouds just seen, way up high in the sky, little wisps of clouds, so high They we’re hardly noticed …
Then I heard a voice saying
These clouds are like my church,
The low clouds not standing idly by, but
Busying them selves moved by the wind of the Holy Spirit
to find the place to rain down on the earth,
quenching, refreshing renewing watering the dry land,
Then there are the white fluffy clouds aimlessly meandering around no particular direction happy to just hang there looking pretty waiting for the breeze to rouse them,
Then those high clouds
Don’t even go there…
They’re ’s So heavenly minded they’re no earthly use at all!
Behind it all was the bright blue sky
Always there in-spite of the covering clouds
heaven looking down
maybe?
I saw shaken out of this daydream it started to rain
Closed my eyes and lifted my face up to the sky
the gentle refreshing restoring mizzling shower, entrancing me,
Until it started belting down
Soaking me right through to the skin
so I got up and went in side
My tent to shelter…
I love to be refreshed
You can have too much of a good thing!