I had an outing today as I accompanied my husband to a hospital appointment.
There is always a silver lining to such excursions, fraught as they are with anxiety and stress (him), weakness and pain (me).
We didn’t have far to travel but it was enough to alter my perspective.
Four wall living can become my default mode once Winter sets in.
I aim to get out and about as much as I can manage in the warmer weather, despite protesting limbs and weariness setting in so quickly.
And I was glad of the opportunity to see a change of scenery.
So I took a few photos to file away as memory markers on gloomier days.
Saw an electricity pylon stretching metal arms to a cobalt sky like a praise song.
Watched the interplay of light falling as beams across the clouds, with hints of glory sneaking through.
Marvelled anew at the beautiful, creative display God puts on day after day.
Engaged in a spot of people-watching safe in the confines of the car and shared furtive glances of a waiting room.
The poem below was a result of a few seconds’ glimpse where my imagination pierced through to a woman’s soul.
For there is always more than meets the eye with everything and everyone we encounter.
A pale blue sun-hat
sat deep upon her head
as she marched forward
with fast, determined tread
At odds with the autumnal
coat she loosely wore
reminiscent of tides,
ice-cream, sand and distant shores
Her eyes turned downward
as she pounded city streets
No betrayal of emotion
in her persistent, plodding feet
Yet in the corners
of her heart there washed
a sea of thoughts and words
unvoiced and unheard
Just like each one of us
she had a hidden core
where pain and sorrow mingled
and joy sat at the door
A place of whispers, shouts,
an appalling weight of tears
A place of silence, doubts,
where she carried secret fears