On a Sunday afternoon

the blue sky over Kissimmee

played host to a sky writer

spelling out the name of J E S U S

and finding that the wind

prevailed against his efforts.


As J and E were laid upon the blue

and S was in the  making

the wind began to

take apart the letters.


The final U and S stood by itself —

but soon they disappeared as well.


The efforts of the pilot continued

as J E S U S was spelled out

a dozen times —

only to fade again so quickly.


A less windy day would

keep J E S U S in the sky a little longer

and maybe the salvation of the watchers

would have a better chance

to claim their hearts.

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