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!