Friday, July 03, 2026
Clouds by Lawrence Finley
CLOUDS, A NATIVE HEALING.
Some are pale and stray away.
Some present a fierce display:
whorls and smudges black and grey!
Some seem sad at close of day.
Clouds are evanescent friends.
Who or what on cloud depends?
Farmer smiles as rain descends.
Surely then his worry ends.
Find a time of rest to lie.
Stay and watch the clouds go by.
Find a beauty in the sky?
Find a healing in the sky?
Back in about 2005 my PhD supervisor Professor Ron Laura of the University of Newcastle did something that helped me immensely: he sent me out to his garden in Wallsend to look at his flowers. He made me spend 20 minutes in his garden. Initially it was frustrating as everything in my life was of a goalie’s purposeful nature: how could time in a garden be purposeful for a driven man? I had forgotten to see the beauty and the messages in each portion of God’s creation.
“Smelling the flowers” was immensely important to restoring my workaholic soul.
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