Owl in the Clouds

I Love to watch the clouds. They can be so mystical. Yes they can be dark and full of stormy weather, but the white fluffy ones are the ones I am talking about. When was the last time you laid on the ground and just gazed up at the clouds. I love taking time to do that. I watch the sky often as I walk. A few years back an image of a cross was revealed to me in the crisp morning sunrise. An image I cannot even begin to describe it's splendour. Then just last spring I was out for a walk and I looked up and saw something perculiar. It looked as though the face of a wise old owl had been painted in the sky. I didn't have a camera with me but it was really neat. When I went home I wrote this poem about my Owl in the Clouds. In my search for a picture to add with this, I was unable to come up with a photo that was like what I saw. This one I have here is the closest I'll get to the image I saw. At least it will give you an idea.     

Owl in the Clouds

High up in the cluster of clouds

There peering down at me

Was the face of a wise old owl

I felt it stare from under its brow

It’s gaze like that of a father watching his child

I couldn’t help but stare 

Back into its glare

Its gaze filled me with such warmth

As though the Lord himself was there

Not taking my eyes off him

I reached up to the sky

Pulses of love wriggled through me 

Down to my toes

I felt myself being lifted high

Upon the clouds I did walk

With that wise old owl

Though he did not talk

We danced and flew through

The sky of blue 

In and out of the clouds

Then back to the ground

Without a sound

He smiled and returned to the cloud in the sky

As I turned for home I felt his whisper

“I’ll carry you wherever you roam”

I spoke not a word

But continued my walk home

How awesome is that?

A whisper to lift me high

From the owl in the clouds.

Deuteronomy 1:31 and in the desert. There you saw how The Lord you God carried you, as a father carries his son, all the way you went until you reaches this place.