Windows - JS+Narrative

Windows

I used to sit across from my window

High on a hill

Looking over the tops of sycamore trees

At brilliant orange red sunsets

More vibrant than the orange of the bridge

That spanned my view.

Grey-black streaks across the sky

Foreshadowed rainy weather

And I did not see it coming.

Financial ruin dropped me like a stone from that lofty view.

I landed in dark waters of despair, regret and self-pity.

“Why Me?” became my hymn.

Ripples of suicidal thoughts

Became my mind’s responding chorus.

Then God gave me a window with a different view

Underneath sycamore trees

Where the brown leaves decay

Early magnolia blossoms fall in late spring rains

And if I step outside my window

I can hear song sparrows and a rattling woodpecker.