The Golden Cloud

I drove along a country road
My grandson by my side
He was now a young man of nearly fifteen
With the knowledge of the world in his mind.

There appeared before us a cloud of gold
In otherwise darkened skies
With nary a sign of the sun’s bright rays
To highlight this gift for my eyes.

“Oh look,” I exclaimed, “there’s a golden cloud.”
His look was that look of a teen
That of knowing it all, and he simply said,
“It’s only for you to be seen.”

“It’s God”, he said, “I’ve seen it before.
Only He has the colour of gold.”
My mouth went dry and my eyes were wet
Indeed, the young teach the old.

This very same lad at the age of seven
His tiny soft form hardly grown
Told me confidently in words of a child
He knew everything there was to be known.

And aren’t we told in the book we know
The young shall be leaders indeed?
If only we give them the courage they seek
In them, God has planted the seed.



Yes, my grandson Robert, was told by his guides and angels that he had been given all knowledge. He was only seven years old. A true Indigo Child. He had already seen God by then and, had he not told me, I would never have known that the golden cloud was God. It's not the only time Robert interpreted phenomena in the sky for me.

August, 2011