Deep, dark blue sky

[gurdonark]

Overhead the sky is one nearly endless dark cloud, except for the dawn yellow just above the horizon. The lights flicker on and off slightly, while the trees across the street are being pushed by wind, illuminated by lightning. I'm watching the rain fall against the background of a streetlight, nostalgic for dozens of similar late August storms I have known. That's a funny way to live--here I see the storm before me, and I think about the storms in the past.

Today I must solve several work problems, but they all seem very solvable. It's just a matter of focus and time. Everything in my life, for that matter, seems solvable. It's just a matter of focus and time. How much time will I have? The storm may know.

I woke up this morning thinking of the Book of Job. In that story, God tells Job that all the thinking that Job and his friends do about the hardships which have befallen him is wrong. Interestingly, God does not mention that Job was the subject of some cosmic bet as to whether Job would be as loyal if Job's life were ruined by misfortune. God appears at the end in a whirlwind to say instead that it's just too complicated for Job to understand. The storm may know.

The rain is now forming sheets which pass my upstairs window like a metro train. The thunder sounds like rolling freight. I love that the storm tells me nothing, really, but I hear so much in its voice.

Comments

[amatrixangel.livejournal.com]

What I pick up from the story of Job is one of faith, of course. But not faith 'in God'. The faith, is in yourself (which in turn can be construed as having faith in God, which it is too but anyway).

When things go 'bad' - misfortune reigns, they only person left in your life who is going to help you is - you. Not God. Your faith rests in the only being that you ever knew. Faith, is something of responsibility.

[gurdonark.livejournal.com]

Interesting. I see an argument that Job is about having faith that it all has meaning, and that the meaning is too elusive to set down in words.

[amatrixangel.livejournal.com]

Yes. It's something you can not put down in words. The faith within ourselves, is the same. To experience ourselves fully with the greatest faith, the greatest love, is to experience God.

As within, so as without. It is the greatest beauty, the greatest love, we will ever know. It is there always.

:-)

[marstokyo.livejournal.com]

Rain!!! I wonder if our area will EVER recover from this horrible drought--a dry winter, a dry spring, a dry summer...Leaves are yellowing and turning brown! grasses are dried up, everything's wilted, water restrictions in place---when we get *rain* it's like the clouds are sneezing. Nothing is ever enough to soak in. It's so damned dry here. It's affecting people's psyches. They write stories about it in the paper.

[gurdonark.livejournal.com]

We are over our drought, and it is such a pleasure to live in more normal times again. Of course, if it is not drought, it is too much rain, so the center rarely holds here.

[sun-set-bravely.livejournal.com]

Thank you for this beautiful painting of a Texan thunderstorm. I miss them so much. These City Folk have no idea how to have a real thunderstorm. I guess there's just not enough sky visible to make it wonderful.

[gurdonark.livejournal.com]

When I lived in Los Angeles, rain just fell in the winter-time under white, non-stormish skies. You never know how much you miss a thunderstorm until it is gone. Thanks for commenting!