UNDER THE CLOUDS FERNS LARY MILLS 💛 .¸¸¸. •°`⭐️* 💛 I'm fascinated these days by clouds, you see, as they scoot across the sky. Do they look the same From Heaven above, as they appear to my mortal eye? 💛 Do they look as white compared to angels wings as they seem to be down here? Or are they dusty, gray and dim? Not as surreal as they appear? 💛 In my thoughts I wonder about many things seen from an ethereal eye. For maybe that's what it really takes to thoroughly understand "why". 💛 Why does grief seem to take so long and why does it cause such pain? Why does someone have to die in order to live again? 💛 Maybe my grief is like the clouds, and one day the hurting will stop, when I begin to look at it, not from below, but from the top! 💛 I know that God has an order for things designed with His own pure love. Tears, like raindrops, are down below, but the Sunshine is up above. 💛 .¸¸¸. •°`⭐️*💛