Sky poetry

“To see the summer sky is poetry.”   Emily Dickinson

There is no denying it. Summer time is a season full of beauty. Something I have been noticing lately are the clouds in the summer sky. There is nothing that rivals the clouds. And what a shame that I so often go about my day without even noticing them. When was the last time you stopped and really took a gaze upwards?

Maybe it was when you were a kid, lying on the grass, smell of fresh cut hay in the air, that you looked up with your best friend at the time, and took turns telling each other what the clouds looked like. A funny frog. Candy floss. An old woman.

What a moment to savor. Pen to paper among the mountains. Under the clouds. Words capturing whatever comes to mind. Rite now.

I feel close to my God when I am out in the playground He made for us. His handiwork blows my mind every time.

Now, I am not someone that looks at the world with rose tinted glasses. It gets mucky out there. We all know it. But, for me, I feel anchored by knowing that He is there. In the poetry of the sky He is there.

“On the glorious splendor of your majesty, and on your wondrous works, I will meditate.” Psalm 145:5

P.S.  These photos were taken while hiking Pigeon Mountain near Canmore, Alberta, Canada.