I do not fear him |
I do not fear him. I have felt the hand of the Lord of the Shadowlands, cool against my fevered brow, and I longed to go with him. life was pain running through my blood, a constant ache that slowed my breath and dried my tongue, and I was ready to lay it down, to have peace. I wanted to walk with him into the shadow where all must pass, someday. I wanted to embrace him and dance to the new music that I could hear as my heart paused its thunder in my ears. I wanted to stand with him on the banks of the river of souls, and watch the ferryman pole near, and scan the shore for my own dear departed— to see them as they should have been, to see them waiting me. but he kissed me, and whispered in my ear, your time has not come, and I felt life return, the hospital blanket weighing down my shivering body, and I ached as the music faded into some future time. Prompt for: Jan 22, 2016 ▼ |