The bean fields along M-25 were golden when Ed and I went for a morning walk today. In the west, rain clouds turned the sky dark blue.
The day seemed ordinary but empty. After losing Ed's mom yesterday, the emptiness hovers like some big cavity that even faith cannot fill.
Words flow in. Kind words, yet they do not fill the emptiness. Not yet.
In the golden light of the morning and as the day unfolds, it is too soon to push away the sorrow.
Too soon.
Copyright 2013
Wanda Hayes Eichler
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