The skies, as blue as my soul this frigid December morn.
The air is blustery as I stand beside the mound of earth looking up and asking God: “When will it stop?”
His answer is on the wind, silent and stirring, spoken in words that I have yet to comprehend.
Across the frozen landscape, another stands, their pain echoing off the marble and granite that dot the landscape.
His answer is on the wind, silent and stirring, comforting with a gentle brush across the cheek.
Together, we raise our eyes to heaven, seeking the answers that only He can provide.
Authors note: I just can’t get this song outa my head today. Feeling kinda down this week. Listening for that answer speaking through that still small voice carried on the wind….
Friday fictioneers is a weekly challenge set by Rochelle Wisoff Fields to write a 100-word story in response to a photo prompt. You can find other stories here. Thank you to Na’ama Yehuda for the wonderful picture this week.
I want to add this song..well, because I like it and I think it’s perfect for this moment in time… May everyone have a Happy New Year!
Yep, got the song reference very early on. I typically listen to Bob’s original version, but P,P and M’s was the first one I heard as a kid and is pretty darn good too.
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Suffering is a mystery. I’m not sure that the human mind is capable of understanding why it is part of God’s plan. All we can do is trust in Jesus.
Happy New Year!
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Love the first line!
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Thanks… I was thinking of the song and like that line…just didn’t quite fit to the rest of it.
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I think these two begging the heavens for help are not alone. Beautifully written
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Dear Bear,
Sometimes all we can do is look up and ask why? Nice to start the day and year with Peter, Paul and Mary. Well written.
Shalom and happy new year, my friend,
Rochelle
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I was never one to ask why. I’m more the type to say why not?
Lovely take, Bear.
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Hope and helplessness at the same time. A potent atmosphere you created B. Suits the song. A quirky note; this song reminds me of Forrest Gump… 😀
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Yeah…i can see that reminder. I picture a clown tap dancing across a stage just ahead of a rain cloud.
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Speaking of song lyrics, U2’s song, “Some Days are Better Than Others” comes to mind. It’s more than a day but one of these days things will make that turn.
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Very evocative descriptions. Sometimes all we can do is keep looking up. You might not see the answers yet, but you never will by looking down.
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True that. “Look to the mountains…from whence will come your help”… Something I was taught.
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Beautifully written Bear. I can feel the searchers sorrow. Hope you are feeling more up than down this week. Wishing you only the best in this new year.
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