
I will not leave you as orphans; I will come to you.
My childhood is indelibly stamped with odd memories. In the room of my mind, there are thousands of shelves and niches, each filled with memories. Some are normal. Some are strange. Many, like faded old photographs, are now so indistinct that they can no longer be made out. Then there are those that are indelibly etched on the canvas of my mind. Even among this latter category, most have been covered with dust or pushed out of sight. Yet now and then, something will cause one to fall off the shelf, shake loose the dust, and jump out at me. Today’s verse has prompted one of those events.
I was perhaps six or seven years old. We lived on a quiet semi-rural street to nowhere. Down from our house, the main road turned left but the road we lived on continuing for about half a mile to a dead end.
It was evening. The sun had set and the clear summer sky had turned a pale blue yellow. It was quiet and still.
A car had driven down the dead end and into a light pole, knocking out the power on our street. All the neighbors had gathered to see what had happened. I was told to “stay,” so I did. I waited at the entrance of our driveway, sitting on the warm concrete. I was looking at the faded sky and the deepening blue-gray of the tree-shadowed end of the road.
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