Wandering Stars, Waterless Clouds

Those kinds of Reds

Swaths of cloud-work padded the sky, 
Gold ribbon trimmed my view.
The promise of rain filled me up to the brim,
heightening my hope, for a moment of truth.

How heavy and dark, how vast the expanse, 
such dense vapors threaten the sky turn to ash!
Burnt sienna, cadmium,  blood barrier hue.
Gravity shifted,  Red silenced the Blue.

Wide eyes gaped and grasped to absorb
as rods and cones tremored to dim..  
Wisps of nothing lift lakes overhead!
Severe and slow, Grace, glides into view.

Heavy are the clouds that "Hear and Do"
The will of He who sends the Rain.

Waterless clouds,  and Wandering stars
Lack severity and substance, fade out from view,
live for the shallows and flatter the eyes.
Their numbers are many, but rain clouds are few.

Preferable are the dense, the somber and thick.
These sincere earnest cloud-folk make you think.
Bend light and shadow to strengthen your view.
Effect matter in passing, 

These, grow your food.

Jude 1:10+