The signal.
It is faint, quieted in the warm embrace of home. Sunlight flickers with a silent rhythm against the wall, and she listens.
The call, it dies gently into the autumn sky. Geese rise on the wind, passing swiftly overhead, their flapping wingspan and long necks graceful against the sapphire dome.
Like the tap of a branch against a frosted window, the signal paints a longing on the watery reflection of life.
And with a silent movement, she settles into a rocking chair and gazes out on the swirling melody.
Like a city thoroughfare suddenly hushed by a moment of peace, her thoughts slow.
The call. It’s there.
Be still …and know that I am God.
“Be still, and know that I am God: I will be exalted among the heathen, I will be exalted in the earth.” Psalm 46:10
Melissa, you did it again! Grma really likes your stories and illustrations. Grma has read these stories several times now and the illustrations are fun to look at and see the different things in the pictures that you draw. What fun for Grma! Keep writing and illustrating! Hugs…