It was late, almost dark.
The clouds were enormously ominous, a bunch of ’em all gathered up together and I could hear my mama saying,
“Looks like there might be a cloud makin’ up over there.”
The geese were holding a meeting in the grassy field. I brought the leash closer and said quietly, “Good boy.”
We hadn’t meant to scare them, we were just strolling lazily, Colt and I.
But, they congregated and flew up and away together with loud flaps and a chorus of harmonious fly alway song.
I was glad to see them because I heard my mama say,
“There they go.”
I remembered my morning prayer written in my journal, “Lord, send a little reminder today, that all is well and help me to see it clearly.”
And I heard my mama saying now, “It’ll all be fine.”
Lightning in the distance, I turn uphill towards home, cutting short our walk.
I’m content…under heaven.
Geese, storm clouds, and memories of mama.
Thank you, God.
That which was bitter to endure
may be sweet to remember.
Linking up with Jennifer Dukes Lee as we think about loved ones and heaven.