Looking up at the gathering clouds,
In the mottled, baby blue sky,
Between the white and wooly fluff,
Dark ebony plumes caught my eye;
For behind them glittering sunbeams,
Stretched themselves to the ground,
They looked like a stairway to heaven,
Sweet peace was there to be found.
I could almost see God's widespread arms,
Embracing this mystical view,
His tender hands surrounded by doves,
As the warmth of His love shone through.
Raindrops started a graceful dance,
Glimmering beams turned to shadows of grey,
Yet nothing could take the serenity,
Found in this image He'd shown me today.