Sometimes, when Paul looks at me,
his eyes are full of love.
Sometimes, Paul’s eyes
are full of mischief.
Today Paul’s eyes
are full of pain.

316 days ago
Paul was admitted to hospital
with severe chest pains
and since then
Paul has been in pain
every
single
day.

Paul is really suffering.

On my way into work
I cycle past the Balls on the Falls,
which always remind me
that nothing is impossible to God.
Today, as I cycle past,
I shoot a prayer up to heaven,
“Lord,
please heal Paul;
he’s really struggling!”

Waiting to cross the rush-hour traffic,
I glance over my shoulder
and there, stretching across Black Mountain,
is a pale rainbow
in the early morning sky.
I sense a smiling “thumbs-up!”
from My God,
a silent, “Claire, don’t worry –
I’ve got this!”

I continue my journey into work,
reassured.
Paul is in good hands
and all will be well.

©  Claire Murray, 10th April 2017