Alignment.
An Exodus And A Homecoming.
The beginning of the end
Began before I fully awoke
A grey haired man and his grey long beard
Laid hands on my forehead with olive oil
And I fell to the ground.
Like Job, my friends came to me
Offering gifts and money
Apologies and rewards
They stampede into my life
And I am full to the brim
It runs over.
Time....
Time took her time
Yet it feels like yesterday
But peace,
Like a crystal, perfect river
Still and glassy and light
Perfect in every way.
There is no rush
I am at the right place at the right time.
About the Creator
Dead and Wearing Green
She was wearing that green dress when I first saw her, five years ago to the day. Flowing meadow fabric draped over long legs, thick auburn hair flowing down her back. That smile. Of course, she is still beautiful now. But now she is no longer alive.
By Karen Cave6 days ago in Fiction
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