BEATING HEART

BEATING HEART
"Many a beating heart is silenced by the tyranny of indifference." ~Michael Faudet

THE PUREST PLACE

THE PUREST PLACE
"Retrace your steps and go back to the purest place in your heart… where your hope lives. You’ll find your way again.” ~Everwood (Trust Your Journey)

The Bible says

"a man's life consisteth not in the abundance of things which he possesseth."

4 April 2022

WINGS of FLIGHT

PROMPT #2




WINGS of FLIGHT

It was a long sojourn the Old Man was preparing for:
A bundle on his shoulder, moccasin slippers on his feet and a rugged hat.
In shaggy dress of worn out tunic - woven by his mother
A scarf wrapped around his neck to keep him warm

A walking cane to aid him through the rough roads and patchy holes  of life
With provisions of roll bread and water safely tucked by his side

The dawn was dark, not a sparse of streak heavenly beam 
His spines shivered and jolted his ancient bones.
He stepped into the unknown where crag aeons 
Of dormant breadth of bushlands appeared before him

It's not an unusual sight to see in this backwater land without name
But a probing challenge for his frail strength, else, a weaned stamina.
The suppressive stillness proved to be a catalytic company somehow
As his steps unhushed, never tarried.

One step at a time, mile after mile,  without surrender
His journey went steady, stopping only to drink when he thirstied and bread ahungered
He refilled his flask when he saw a clear spring
He showered under the torrents flowing from the mountains high

He laid his head down on soft mosses when nights befell
He took shelter in caverns when stormy weather crossed the paths he trod.
He kept going on wondering where his journey would end.

The mountains sent echoes down the valleys
And the meadows invited him to stay
The rippling rivers tried persuading 
And sacred pools with healing stream did the same

By what seemed an endless trek, he soon realised he stood by the edge of the cliff
A vast blue sea was before him
A tiny sail he saw afar was waving 
Like it beckoned him to step onward

Then his eyes grew dim and his strength waned down
The load he carried got heavier that
It became a burden he could no longer sustain
A sudden gust of winds from nowhere pushed him off 

But the invisible wings of flight caught him in time
He closed his eyes, he held his breath...
His journey adjourned 
When He said goodbye.

©Leah C Dancel
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