Implications of Hanging Out In the Clouds
Seven year old asks me about sitting on the clouds after we die. He is afraid he won’t find me there. I tell him we are family. We will be together. I tuck him in with warm Winter comfort. Happily I take the time to dialogue as his eyelids slowly close. His questions, like thirst, satisfied, as far as a child or for that matter, an adult can be.
in the clouds…
the London fog of eyes…
i can’t see you
It’s not that I believe we will be hanging out in the clouds, but the greater anxiety for him was if and how he would find family there. This was after he said, “When I grow up and move away, will we be able to see each other? How?”
far away
where you disappear —
return by plane or car
Over and over again, i tuck the blanket around his form, under his chin, ask him about school - he’s able to detail his schedule. His earnest eyes find favor with God…his troubles held in Jesus’ palms.
1/5/2022
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