The Morning Came And There Was God
Seen By A Blind Man
By Phil Scovell
August 22, 2007
It was 8 o'clock but it felt like six. I opened the door and
step from the livingroom out on to our deck. Carrying my 5 month old
grandson, I walked to the deck swing and sat down. It was passed mid
August and normally, at this hour of the morning, the rising sun was
so bright, it felt tangible and nearly knocked you down. This day
started out cloudy.
As I held my grandson, who likes the deck swing as much as his
grandpa, I stood him upright so he could stretch his legs. He stood
on my right leg and pumped his legs up and down like little pistons
and I kidded him that he was already running in place. The air was
heavy and mountain cool. I thought it might be possible it would
rain, or at least sprinkle, but I felt nothing yet. My almost 4 year
old grandson came out on the deck and said, "E-pa," he hasn't learned
grandpa yet so his grandmother is E-ma and I am E-pa and I have no
idea where he got these names but it works, "Hi E-pa," he said. I
answer him and he said, "The sun isn't out yet, E-pa."
"Nope," I said. "It's cloudy this morning, isn't it." It wasn't
"Yep," he said and began playing with some of his toys on the
I continued talking to my younger grandson has I held him upright
and he ran in place. I asked him if he were dancing, running in
place, or just practicing for the day he would walk for the first
time. I heard the engines of a commercial jet sliding down its
invisible glide slope toward Denver International airport. It was
still very high and its muted sounds of winding down engines had just
suddenly appeared over head and behind me as it cross from southwest
to northeast. "Hey, Lee. Can you see that airplane?" I asked.
Elijah said, "Nope. It is in the clouds. I can't see him E-pa."
Up until that point, I wasn't sure how low the cloud covering
might have been because the sun would have normally already been
fairly high and I wasn't feeling any sunlight at all on my face.
"Yep,"I saidto my almost4 yearold grandson,"he's inthe cloudsI guess."
"Yep," Elijah replied as he returned to playing on the deck.
Baby Everett was still running on my right leg as I held him up
as my ears continued surveying my surroundings. I loved hearing the
planes coming in and going out and especially the fast movers, the
fighter jets, as they tilted skyward and passed up and over the nearby
mountains; the backwash of the jet engines loud as they bounced off
the rock faces.
"E-pa," I heard my almost 4 year old grandson say, "the sun just
"It did?" I questioned. "I don't feel it yet," but just as I
said it, I vaguely felt the ambience of the air shift as the sun began
burning through the morning cloud covering.
I was still listening for other aircraft coming and going but
heard none. No fast movers today, I thought. Then I heard it. I was
facing straight north in the swing. The sound was east and south, to
my right and behind me but way off in the distance; I mean, way off.
It was a perfect thunderclap. I sat in awe at the beautiful sound as
it expanded like a bubble. It had been miles away but the thunder
formed and shaped and rolled through the density of mountainous
morning air as it unfolded in every direction. I heard the backwash
of the thunder and as I listened carefully, it seemed as if the sound
bounced and ricocheted and bumped around in the clouds like a huge
rubber ball. The towering Rocky Mountains to my left help trap the
clear sounds in the valley. Being miles behind the phenomenon, I
could hear every element of its wave form as it curled and rolled and
morphed into ever expanding sound profiles across the valley below me.
My almost 4 year old grandson said, "E-pa. I hear thunder."
"Me, too," I said; still listening to the beautiful morning
sound. Ten seconds passed and I could still hear a small part of the
thunderclap far east of where I sat. I wondered just how far away it
was now. There were no other thunderclaps so this one I was able to
capture totally and catch every unique sound of its design as it
rolled across the city below.
It was morning.
As my mind focused on what I had just witnessed between my
grandchildren's little voices, the gliding jet, the faint sounds of
cars on their way to work, and the thunder, I said quietly to myself,
"Lord, if I could have only seen it."
The baby was now done running on my right leg and was getting
fussy. I stood and carried him into the house; the soft rays of the
Colorado morning sunlight now touching my back with its still gentle
warmth as the thick clouds filtered it. I couldn't see the sunrise
any more, at least not yet, but I did witness it in all of its God
splendor. Don't bother telling me there is no God. I didn't see Him
this morning but I did hear Him.
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