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The year God wished me into this world. And moving my small body around. It was your eyes that caught mine. No smile upon your mouth,. Still, the message from your eyes. Spilled warmth into every corner. Of my heart and put one on mine. You became the Grandpa of my heart. The strength of love was in your hugs. The wisdom of experience in your words.

Tiny purple stars no bigger than a. I saw a dimple today. I saw a smile today. That spoke of a true joy treasured deep. Into the corners of my heart where I hid. They were more numerous than the.

Do not let the rain pelt you into the ground. But thank the Lord for these trials and this suffering,. Through which our Saviour can strengthen every fibre in us. That you will not be crushed into the dust of this land;. That while your roots are growing stronger and deeper. Into the earth, you will become. More beautiful that before- like a flower in the rain. Pale blossom, face upturned to the sky.

Trunks straining for the earth. In unwilling reverence to the ground. Thunder returning for one last brutal bash. Rumblings rolling through the clouds. Out, out and to the distance. The sensing of an enemy retreating. A slow tip-tap from falling raindrops. Others tapping their tiny wet toes. Out my window on the tin eaves. An existence of steady calm returning.