Thinking

Nicole Page-Smith, photographs and writing

Thinking

Thinking, angels think with the clouds. Clouds and angels ascend only to descend, ascending and descending with the clouds. Notions of heaven arise like the rain to the clouds and water evaporating only to rain as though heaven descended to the Earth when it rained. The plants grow bending towards the Sun while birds jubilant after rain, sing. Beautiful mornings of Sun and birds in the trees celebrate the day, singing. Everyday seems as though a celebration to God from the Earth via the birds in the trees, singing. Heaven on Earth takes us to the angels with the birds singing in the trees.

Notions of the heavens can be found in the clouds. Clouds thinking about trees and rain descend with the angels but trees have their say talking to the birds, singing. The heavens circulate around the planets and the Sun while the clouds ascend and descend, daily. Clouded with thoughts angels descend from heaven, thinking. We are in the thoughts of angels for our heavenly ascension but small indications on Earth lead us to the heavens ascending thoughts to God. Angels sing with the birds of our jubilation of the Lord. Trees think of stars at night while the angels ascend and the birds sleep in the trees. Flight and ascension. 

The birds ascend to the clouds reminding us of the ascension of angels. The leaves gradually fall off the trees descending on their flight to the ground. The angels protect human beings from themselves. Ascending, angels are reminiscent of flight. The birds do sing of ascension and fly away. Flying with the birds, the clouds drift with thoughts of flight and descension. Ascending and descending thoughts, cloud my mind while the clouds, drift, thinking. The flight of angels. Fly thoughts to the sky with the angels, flying. The angels ascend to the sky flying with the clouds up to God. Autumn leaves fall and blow in the wind with the trees blowing around on Autumn days for an indication of heaven and the angels in the sky, flying with the leaves and the wind, thinking.

 

 

Clouded with thoughts

Nicole Page-Smith, photographs and writing

Clouded with thoughts

Speaking, the heavens talk to the angels on their daily descent to the Earth. The thoroughfare of angels to and from heaven, we do not see but every day the angels descend. Ascending and descending on their continued journey from the heavens, the job of angels is to keep you company when you are in need of God. The angels speak to the heart about heaven and the heavens. The heavens speak themselves on Earth by describing heaven on Earth in the trees and beautiful flowers. The language of the heavens can be easily missed if you are not looking for beauty or anything heavenly on Earth. We have a notion of the heavens that circulate around the Sun, a place the angels take us in Heaven while the clouds float, clouded with thoughts.

 

Heavens speak of God

Nicole Page-Smith, photographs and writing

Heavens speak of God

Heavens speak to the angels and the stars fall to create the light of heaven. Heaven is the light of heaven and when night comes the angels descend for their earthly conversation of God in the heavens. The heavens are lit by stars, the stars of heaven in the sky, for God. Circling around the heavens, angels fly, fly to God in the heavens and circle their journey around the planets of the Sun. The Suns journey is important to the heavens and the planets talk to the angels all day directing them on their passage around the Sun. Angels fly, fly through the heavens daily on their journey down to Earth but the dialogue is about God in the heavens. Heaven speak of God.

 

Angels talk to God of the heavens

Nicole Page-Smith, photographs and writing

Angels talk to God of the heavens

In our sleep when we are dreaming, God sends us angels to tell us of our dreams and whispers dreams of the night. Whispering dreams angels speak and tell us of God in the heavens. We need to know of the heavens at night. During the day stars fall from the heavens and become the clouds with the tears of angels. Angels cry tears in the heavens for angels. Angels talk to God of the heavens.

 

God talks to us

Nicole Page-Smith, photograph and writing

God talks to us

Rising up to the stars and the moon, planets, ascend. The Earth spins on its axis but God and the heavens are elsewhere in their thoughts. Circles of heavens and angels travel the distance to the Sun while the moon and, planets talk to the stars. God is talking to the angels. We are stardust to angels communicating with the light of stars. Starlight, lights the way to heaven in the clouds. God talks to us.

 

The stars and moon rise

Nicole Page-Smith, photograph and writing

The stars and moon rise

Angels and clouds, ascend only to descend with the rain. Walking with the angels, you walk in the rain and clouds as they gather around you. Angels hold your hand but you do not see them when it rains. Raining clouds of thoughts, the angels ascend with bursts of sunshine after rain. Clouds and angels communicate a language of the rain. God and angels cry when it rains and the clouds are sad, too. Clouds linger, clouded with thoughts and the surrounding hills seem to steam with the whispering remnants of the rain. The angels like lingering clouds are sent by God for our protection. Raining clouds of thoughts with tears of angels, God holds your hand, too, when it rains. Walking, clouded with thoughts, the rain descends while the angels fly back into the clouds for another day. The stars and moon rise.

 

 

Clouds descend when it rains

Nicole Page-Smith, "Clouded with thoughts", photographs and writing

Clouds descend when it rains

The heavens meet in the clouds and unite, there. Skies float from the light of the blue sky into the night and the stars are awakened. Planets and the moon rise to lighten the darkened night. The clouds drift seeming to race across the moon drifting from the darkness to light, the moon waxes and wanes, drifting behind the trees. Trees ascend upwards towards the night sky and appear to grow in the starlight. Flowers are always bursting open at dawn as though the stars talked to the moon. The sunrise has the stars put to bed as the day rises for another day of the Sun meeting the heavens in the sky. We embrace the earthshine of the day as the heavens speak to the angels in the clouds. Clouds of angels ascending to the heavens descend light, the light of God. We burn a candle in remembrance of loved ones. Clouds of tears descend with the rain but the light of the spirit remains as though it were the light of clouds. Clouds descend when it rains.