I have always loved the variedness of the sky overhead, how it changes from almost moment to moment at times, and is always interesting and inspiring.
Amid the widespread wickedness that pervade our world today,
above the toil and the troubles and the fighting and the fray,
is a pristine beauty overhead that glistens in the sky,
and causes us to pause refreshed and utter a relieved sigh,
For in that quiet moment as our thoughts begin to drift,
our frown begins to lessen and our spirits begin to lift,
there overtakes our solemn with a giddy euphoric glow,
as in our mind, with birds we soar to where those clouds repose,
Their motion is so calming as they slowly drift aside,
their appearance is so cleansing that we wish there to abide,
and then a realization... that these very clouds may be,
the ones in which Christ Jesus descends to announce His great decree;
Then when summoned, in an instant we will breathe celestial air,
in our glorified new bodies Christ's Righteousness we'll wear;
and there be with eternally never absent from His fold,
that Blessed Hope through our salvation and our Savior's face behold.