Ode to the Sky Judge
Let the Sky Judge judge me, not the words in books,
Let me trust the rulings of the sky, not peoples’ looks;
When clouds cluster in tumultuous play sprinkling April showers
Let me celebrate the party, jostle, merge, float with flowers;
When clouds stretch horizon-wide in grey striations their sodden bands
Let me feel the sadness and sullen weariness in my hands.
When the sky is porcelain blue, sunshine infused, cloudless,
Let me be joyous and bright, rising higher gratefully, boundless;
If filled with thunderous threats and jagged lightning streaks,
Let my anger at the world’s fierce burdens echo my unheard screams.
As it opens up its portending dark turmoil pouring down mercilessly,
Let me grieve tears washing away the losses, regrets, pity, relentlessly.
Finally, at night’s end, when it sinks to rest in golden orange streams
The promise of a new day with cloudy inspirations fills my dreams.
Annemarie Berukoff
HelpfulMindstreamforChanges.com

…another favorite reminiscence with clouds and sky:
You see that sky?” Piglet asked his friend. “Do you see the blues and the golds and that big fluffy cloud that looks like a sheep eating a carrot?”
Pooh looked, and he could indeed see the blues and the golds and the big fluffy cloud that looked like a sheep eating a carrot.
“You and I,” continued Piglet, “we are both under that same sky. And so, whenever the Sad comes, I want you to look up at that sky, and know that, however far apart we might be physically…we are also, at the same time, together. Perhaps, more together than we have ever been before.”
“Do you think this will ever end?” asked Pooh in a small voice.
“This too shall pass,” confirmed Piglet. “And I promise you, one day, you and I shall once again sit together, close enough to touch, sharing a little smackerel of something…under that blue gold sky.”
We all need a piglet in our lives. Winnie the Pooh