Closer to the Azure Sky

I took my kite out into the meadow today... it raced high into the azure sky gliding endlessly back and forth... dashing amongst the cool western winds and riding mightily with the clouds. Like a dance it changed pace and speed gracefully. Quietly... its face looked back at times, turning its head to the heaven's and beyond the next.

I thought of faith as it dashed about twisting and spinning, rising and falling effortlessly. Sometimes it seemed as if it would soar of its own accord, without a string... without my presence.... as if it new its course. Laying back I watched its rainbow colours kiss cloud after cloud after cloud. Travelling through space freely I smiled and thought perhaps faith is about courage... the courage and desire to laugh and dance... play and ride without goal and without purpose... catching wind currents as they appear and riding them as far as they go until another arrives... Trusting the currents needed will arrive so that further soaring will occur....

At times the winds beat heavily on the kite.... its string pulling tightly upon my palm, then I would let it go.... free floating.... and sure enough it would catch the next current and rise closer to the azure sky again. Was that my faith or the kite's? I'm almost sure the clouds were laughing at times... and once I thought I saw them expand their fluffy cheeks... blowing stronger winds upon my friend .... almost taunting. Through the course of a few hours this went on.... the kite seemingly soaring in innocence, yet always staying afloat Walking back afterwards I remember thinking that yes... faith is about the courage to dance irrespite the song (winds) being played.