Gray Skies

  We were so happy to see these gray clouds beginning last eve...it meant rain for us at last!

When the sun was hidden and the wind stirred gently...then harder, the clouds darkened more,
and then, the rain came! It was a good rain; it came down hard, heavy and wind-swept, and at that moment, I thanked God for giving us this needed rain. 

When the morning sun peaked through the clouds I watched as the day brightened, and how everything was lighter, brighter, refreshed and clean, then this poem by an American Poet came to mind and is quite appropriate on a morning like this.  Induldge me, as I share this one with you. It is entitled, "I saw God Wash The World".

I saw God wash the world last night

With His sweet showers on high,

And then, when morning came, I saw

Him hang it out to dry.

He washed each tiny blade of grass

And every trembling tree;

He flung His showers against the hill

And swept the billowing sea.

The white rose is a cleaner white,

The red rose is more red,

Since God washed every fragrant face

And put them all to bed.

There's not a bird, there's not a bee

That wings along the way

But is a cleaner bird and bee

Than it was yesterday.

I saw God wash the world last night.

Ah, would He had washed me

As clean of all my dust and dirt

As that old white birch tree.

                                                               

William L. Stidger