Hope's Promise

The wind must be commiserating with me. How can the sun be shining so brightly when all I want to do is cry?

The sun shone warmly as I walked through the empty cornfields, I heard a soft sobbing, but there was no one to be seen...

The wind must be commiserating with me. How can the sun be shining so brightly when all I want to do is cry? But my tears would not fall, I had cried all my tears the night before. A lifetime of tears in one night. My heart felt like a wash rag rung dry. How can I go on? How can I live when my child is gone? That young life was taken before he really had the chance to live. Why was he taken and not me? I am sick and old, ready for what lies beyond. Oh God, I don't understand you!

Blindly, I crossed the desolate field, it's emptiness echoing my heart. Falling to the ground, I screamed till my throat was raw, my arms flailing out at the dirt. Eventually, I fell into an exhausted sleep. Dreams of gently enfolding arms carried me to a place of peace.

I woke to drops of rain falling on my face. Opening my eyes, I saw the bright sun was now hidden by clouds. The wind swept across the field, stirring up dust and corn husks. The winds of change. The rain pelted down. It almost seems like God is crying for me. I raised my face to the sky and there, in the distance was a double rainbow. A gorgeous dome of brilliant blues, reds, and yellows arched across the sky. Is God telling me telling me to trust?

Rising from the ground, the feeling of peace from my dream wrapped me again in its arms. I walked back across the field with a new purpose. I was alive and would celebrate that life, never forgetting the life of my son. Suddenly the sun shone warmly, pushing the clouds away. What a beautiful day!

© 2017 Wendy Seames Garner

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Debbie Barry

The raw emotion in this is beautiful, and I love your inclusion of faith in God during such an obviously devastated experience. Your descriptions are very real, and beautiful. I can see and feel this story.

I thought I knew who the story was about, until I saw a comment in my feed that it was about Dawn. That wasn't who I expected. I heard your own experiences in your words.

Knowing what prompted you to write this, I was pleasantly surprised by the direction the story went. I didn't expect the sobbing you heard to be in your own heart. I kept expecting a supernatural source for the sobbing, but, instead, you included a supernatural source of healing. That was a wonderful way to express your theme. I'm really impressed.

Posted 7 Years Ago

Diane

This is a real emotional piece. The description was flawless. The hardest thing in life would be to lose a child, no matter their age. Although sad, this story brings in god to bring a little peace and hope. Brilliant.