|"Swim and Fly" photo by Maria Teresa Ambrosi (CC BY-NC-ND 2.0)|
You know when I sit and when I rise;
you perceive my from afar.
At this time of year they are as plentiful as the clouds in the photo above. Sometimes they gather together and actually produce a storm of activity.
Sometimes they form and then immediately wisp away.
Sometimes they twist and swirl and cause unrest,
sometimes they float by so slowly that I can grasp a vision which sends me on a worthy path.
God, the giver of clouds and thoughts, holds me in the palm of his hand, watches over me all day and night and knows me better than I or anyone else.
Stress, be gone.