The heavens would know when it rains

Nicole Page-Smith photographs and writing

The heavens would know when it rains

Stars and planets tumble through the universe spinning on their axis, spin and tumble, spinning and tumbling, the planets go on their journey around the sun. The annual season of planets and stars has us observe their pathway to God and the stars. The plants here on Earth communicate to God and the stars, while the planets influence their growth but the moon does not have a say to the planets rolling and tumbling around the Sun, groaning on their journey, a loud rock groaning noise in space but as the years go by God, the universe and all the stars gather matter along with lightyears of space. God never tires of his infinite universe to God. The plants smile in anticipation while the trees lose their leaves for winter. Trees communicate with the stars for God and the moon rises waxing and waning to the cosmos. Stars continue to fall through the universe to gather momentum and stardust. Are we just stardust in the clouds? The heavens would know when it rains.

 

All the stars

Nicole Page-Smith writing and photographs

All the stars

The planets and stars in the beginning of creation started forming and communicating with one another. In dialogue with the universe, they began falling through the cosmos only to become the universe and all its stars and planets. Stars and planets fall, falling they gather matter and become the universe of stars and matter. Saturated stardust keeps falling through the universe to become the Solar System, the Milky Way and stars all born of an infinity of stars, falling and gathering the cosmos on its way to God. God sits talking to the universe we live in and the planets and stars agree with the angels communicating with God. God is the universe and all the stars.

 

 

The planets and stars, agree

Nicole Page-Smith photographs and writing

The planets and stars, agree

Rain clouds drift on by, drifting. Cloud matter and the sky. The sun shines for a glorious day. Clouded thoughts continue. Rain parched earth steams with the heat of the sunshine and enters the atmosphere to become clouds, once again. Clouds and rain linger in the skies mind of thinking rain but become a steamy, humid, day. The fresh smell of rain, soaked earth, lingers only to become cloud. The vapours rise and continue rising out of the earth like the beginning of creation when the primal earth was formed, formed and like star matter, fell to the earth. The planets and stars, agree.

 

Ah, the freshness after rain

Nicole Page-Smith photographs and writing

Ah, the freshness after rain

Death is the answer for the tree, when through its long life it has grown but trees perish only to fossilise into rock and have been growing and falling to the earth for as long as trees have existed, to create the planet as it spins on its axis, accumulating trees and rock. Our spirit like the tree grows with the nourishment of water, the water of life. The soul deepens from the experience of life deepening like roots into the earth, the roots of a tree. Trees blow in the wind rattling their leaves and branches. We accumulate matter, spirit matter and soul.

Leaves blow in the wind accumulating on the ground in piles of leaves. The clouds, drift accumulating with rain filled clouds and the rain will fall like the leaves of trees, falling. Rain puddles, gathering on the ground only to drain away. The leaves blow away in the wind. Rainy weather and storm clouds disperse only to reveal blue sky, the blue sky of the heavens. Ah, the freshness after rain.