Joy in the Sky

Thunderstorms are a glimpse of heaven.  Powerful and mighty voices, singing across the vast and echoing spaces, too wide and ever-reaching to grasp.  Music raised in songs of praise, each voice different than the last, with rhythms bouncing back and forth, lifted high, so high above!  Flashes of brilliance, dancing joy across the sky, too beautiful for the heart to behold, drawing forth a gasp at the aching desire to be a part of it all.  It calls to me, it sings to me, it beckons and entices, promises of what is to come, what there is to strive for, what there is to be gained.  That endless grace, that limitless cry, that unending wrench of a heart bursting with joyfulness that cannot be contained within sight and sound and touch.  Something that reaches beyond the senses to touch the very soul, so that I can sing with those great voices, so that I can dance with that light, so that I can roll my gladness across the sky with great exultation of spirit, to follow it beyond the horizon to waits beyond.