Endless Clouds - Nancy Goldberg Hilton Art

Endless Clouds
By Nancy Hilton
From God’s Wake-Up Call

I am on an airplane looking out the window.
The clouds line up across the vastness of the sky as the sun moves through the
edges of time.
The light flows onward and onward across mountains and lakes, and vast
fields.
Pockets of blue pierce the whiteness as I look beyond the horizon.
What if I lived on the clouds and could never feel the earth beneath my feet?
What if I drifted along in this window of imagination forever?
Would this be appealing?
I feel nothing now but calm and peace.
I do not have to run anywhere or meet anyone.
No decisions need to be made or care given for another.
I am not challenged or edified.
I do not fear or hate.
I have no jealousy or need for money.
I am safe as I drift along and fly over the earth.
The constant drone of the airplane’s engines is the only reminder that this
thought will end.
I am tired and I need to rest, but the sight of the clouds lures me back.
What is it like to drift over the clouds of time endlessly?
What is it like to savor the quiet calm of the moment?
How do I feel when I am not needed every minute of the day?
I sit here and reflect on the beauty I see and all else fades, all concerns, all
cares and all questions.
I just enjoy the view of billowing clouds.
But I also see the magnificence of the world.
I feel the flow of life as it passes below me.

There are so many people moving, pushing, pulling, loving and hating; so
much chaos with pockets of peace here and there.
There is not enough time below. But up here, there is all the time in the
universe.

What if I found a pocket of time and stepped in for a moment?
Would I be a part of a vast knowledge of God, the creator of all clouds?
Let me try to retain this sense of balance as I depart along the ground.
Walking and entering into the playing field of doubt.
Let me retain the gifts of my calm and loving spirit against the loud mouths of
fear.

Let me forsake the calamities of life as I focus on the eternity of truths.
Let me be at peace, just as I am now, looking out on the endless procession of
white, fluffy clouds that is just outside my view.