Meeting God

Looking up to the sky, past the crown of a coconut palm on the road from Kinlass.I am walking along the pavement, on the other side of the road, just past Mrs Moss’s house. It’s early morning, the sun has already warmed the world, the smell of creosote blends into the air. I’m going to see my friend, the baby Simon. I am embraced by sunlight, the warm aroma of creosote. I feel glad to be alive.

I am walking along the pavement on our side of the road, just past Mr and Mrs Browns house. It’s a grey day. I am approaching the very tall poplar trees that stand guard on the corner. I consider the notion of a ‘Father’ in ‘Heaven’ that was introduced to me recently at primary school. I look upwards beyond the treetops to the sky, ‘an invisible man ? In a transparent sky? ‘ ‘Two dads ?’ No, I already have my father.

Published by Maggie Winnall

Hello, I'm Maggie, I am an artist who writes in fabric and thread, stitching the 'text' into textiles and colour into quilts..... You can read more on my About page at

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