big blue skye
by Maggie Scout
But that big blue sky
Shows me all that I have got
And you’re by my side
To be everything I’m not
The angels sigh
I breathe deep the breath of God
~ Bebo Norman
In the morning all the signs of last night’s gale were there. The power of the wind unquestionable in the devastation and debris it had left behind. But that same wind had failed to remove the humid, damp and depressive stillness that stubbornly clung on longer than it should, successfully crowding out any brightness.
A metaphor, perhaps.
The lady with the silver hair grabbed a rainjacket as she left home just in case there’s another downpour! It wasn’t her usual Golly Gosh day but today wasn’t the usual kind of a day. Certainly it was grey and dark enough and she wondered if the heaviness of the air would ever clear. The gloom was trying its hardest to claim her hopefulness and fortitude but she laughed in its face; formidable and strong. Not today. Especially not today. Why did it still persist after all these years?
She arrived at Golly Gosh in time to meet her oldest friend in the world.
Big deep breath. God’s presence.
Looking up she spotted some blue sky. She needed it.