divine wind

Divine wind

fiction
edward w pritchard

The boy would sit on the back stoop and listened for the wind. He called it the breath of God and his Mother had asked his Father to speak to the boy about it. The Mother was afraid the boy was becoming strange and would lose the few friends he had. Out of concern for the boy the Mother had spoken to her husband about her fears for her son.

The boy didn't want to talk about the wind with his Father. He had learned that a boy shouldn't discuss such matters with his Dad or anyone else. He had however told his Mother a few times why he watched for a special sort of wind and what it meant to him when he received messages.

The Father was confused by the boy's explanation but the Father was exhilarated by the discussion with his son in a way the Father had never experienced. It was as if a veil was lifted for the Father  for a moment when the boy discussed the divine wind, the holy ghost and the boy's forebodings about what it would mean for their family and the boy himself. Many ordinary things changed for the Father when his son told him about the divine wind.
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