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A Damp Sky
by Ken John It wasn't that the water droplet was sentient. But, 'The Voice' had called and seeded the universe into existence and the water droplet so resonated with 'The Voice' that a pervasive genome of intelligence shone in and around and through the droplet. Such was the dawn of time that the drop of water was like a child who first hears the sweetness of a bird's song knowing that it is unprecedented in beauty. In the same way the light of the day, and the trembling velvet blackness of a starless and empty sky that night, moved the droplet into a wonder of questioning expectation. It was as if it were waiting for the relief breath of morning, when the earth would face again the light of day and breathe in the light again, at the dawn of the earth's second day. While waiting in a flurry of expectation, the water droplet skidded back and forth from the surface of the deep to the dank cloud blanket that reached upwards from the surface of the water, towards the night of an empty otherness. Yet, as the dawn extended for the first time into day, the dense fog like a heavy and moist cloud blanket was whisked upward, as a bed is unmade in the morning. As the thunder of God's voice reverberated in powerful command, the once ponderous and heavy vapors of the cloud now began to gain altitude and the light of day penetrated open sky below the cloud. If the water droplet had had powers of speech, it would not have been able to explain what happened as, for the first time, it found an apparently permanent home above the liquid surface of the water and remained in the vapor. It was with some violence, that the water droplet had been extracted from, and sucked upward from the sticky and heavy attraction of the surface of the deep. Within the cloud, the water droplet flew up, partaking in a giddy swirling, a whizzing ecstasy of freedom which even threatened to absorb and disperse it entirely in a still looser gaseous state. Yet, surface tension prevailed and the droplet remained globular and higher and higher it raced, up and above, to the outermost heights and then, as if fatigued by the emptying expanse of light, it dropped stone-like to the base of the cloud which hung unbroken and thick, now somewhat transparent in ice-like glassiness, high above the surface of the deep. There, if truly sentient, the water droplet would have observed the unbroken expanse of endless, deep water below, reflecting gray, in massive contemplation of the miracle of the somewhat watery and strengthening daylight! Use free for legitimate non-profit purposes. e-mail: [email protected] Article Source: http://www.faithwriters.com |