The Cloud and the Flower
A barren land with a single, lonely flower.
The morning dewdrops sit so silently as the sun peaks above the edge.
As lonely as the flower is, its beauty surpasses the beauty of all things.
To see its pain, to hear its cries makes it all the more beautiful.
As the sun continues to rise, the dew dries and the flower becomes exposed.
Exposed for the entire world to see, only no one is there. No animal, man or even blade of grass.
The cries of the flower can be heard across the land but still it sits alone.
“Who will shield me from the scorching sun?” Wails the suffering flower.
No One!
Until, a glorious cloud, with colors of night, slowly makes its way across the vast sky. Sits, hovering above the land waiting, waiting for that precise moment. It has been so long that this cloud has been above this land, it’s done so much to deserve nothing. “ Should I release and give life to this land?” Wonders the bitter cloud.
That is when the cries of the innocent can be heard, the praise and the prays are lifted up. The heart of the cloud breaks with sadness and it gives way.
Life to the hopeless!
The morning dewdrops sit so silently as the sun peaks above the edge.
As lonely as the flower is, its beauty surpasses the beauty of all things.
To see its pain, to hear its cries makes it all the more beautiful.
As the sun continues to rise, the dew dries and the flower becomes exposed.
Exposed for the entire world to see, only no one is there. No animal, man or even blade of grass.
The cries of the flower can be heard across the land but still it sits alone.
“Who will shield me from the scorching sun?” Wails the suffering flower.
No One!
Until, a glorious cloud, with colors of night, slowly makes its way across the vast sky. Sits, hovering above the land waiting, waiting for that precise moment. It has been so long that this cloud has been above this land, it’s done so much to deserve nothing. “ Should I release and give life to this land?” Wonders the bitter cloud.
That is when the cries of the innocent can be heard, the praise and the prays are lifted up. The heart of the cloud breaks with sadness and it gives way.
Life to the hopeless!
posted by Debs | 7:22 AM
3 Comments:
I really liked that, it reminds me of how we are the flower and God is the cloud. We are crying out for God to come and give us life. We live in a place where we get nothing from the land and we are being dried out by the sun. God hears our cries and comes to us and gives us shelter and gives us everything we need.
Wow, an amazing metaphor of the hope and provision that we have in Christ and the assurance that we serve a God who hears our cries as we travel along in this dry and thirsty land. As we walk through the desert place, though we walk through the wilderness, blessed be Your name!!
What a beautiful poem.
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