Look close. Up at the clouds above.

Can you see it?

Can you see the suggestion of Heaven?

No?

Some can.

Those with faith.

They see God’s visage staring back.

Scouring our topsoil.

A Weeping deluge for our mortal ineptitude.

Because the worshippers dishonour them.

Because the good people disbelieve them.

Because nothing goes to plan.

After the drought, life thrives on their misery.

But it is no way to live.

Others?

They see sheep.

Too many sheep.

(I’m almost back on track with the blog! I’ve got a book review planned for the weekend, but I shan’t release it until I’ve tidied it up. Hope you’re having a good week.)