Like her foremothers in times of peril, she wades in the water, eyes turned to the heavens, whispering Holy cantillations to the Lord. She beseeches His throne from her soul, assiduously pouring out her alabaster box. Tears fill her eyes as the hymn of her prayer leads her deeper into the river.
Eyes shut, gently she sways, side to side, feeling the caress of God's hand on her heart as the Holy Spirit whispers passages of grace and mercy over her mind, body, and soul to comfort her wretched spirit. The joy of Christ fills her heavy-heartedness, expelling the weight so that she may breathe in His affections; it was her on His mind on Calvary. Steadily, her intonations rise as the unwieldy weight of her spirit lifts.
As she breathes in new life, transgressions, trials, and suffered trauma fall into the deep, passing away, never to be remembered again. Softly, she exhales a new beginning, and then her invocation dissipates.
~ The End
About the Creator
Anne R.
Life is a fable.
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This was extremely powerful! Loved it so much!