Clouds

 Clouds

I give thanks for dark and gloomy clouds for the way they reassure my soul and the way their bright light illuminates my soul.

If He can take care of my sad mood, surelly He is able to do all else that is necessary.

I give thanks for rainfall in the night's quiet which lifts up my soul.

A melody lifts me up, a blackbird's bright patches fluffing up when he sings reassures me when I am afraid.The bird is not afraid to sing, in spite of predators, giving away his hiding place. I will hide in His cloak and in His Heart I will take refuge and I will be safe, even if the nails of crucifixion explode within my wrists and feet. He bore all for me, shall I refuse Him anything?