There is light in unknowns – at least I project it there – caught between the current ashen landscape and the achings of a solitary childhood…
I like to think faith guides me but she is muted like the gardens of my dreams, more ethereal than palpable and I need concrete have waited too long for that train
of certainty to carry me away… course it never comes, there is no easy just a slow, steady plodding: a pace that age has settled on; so I turn to inner landscapes, imagination remembering colour…and yes, light.
Girls are lucky: just need to find the right man – looked after for life. Advice from a teenaged brother.
Right! I yell back, fifty years later. It was all a vacation – raising the children on my own looking for God in the midst of chaos partners with wandering eyes or absent…always absent… still waiting for that “looking after”
And how did you make out, Dear Brother? Oh, that’s right…married… woman with a good job willing to let you putter in the background
Guess we were both misled.
(No Idea! first appeared here November 2020. Image my own.)