Free Write 6/14/2014

The sacred flame, chalice of never ending life,



As old as time,

If time has an age,

Like the winding river.



A woman pushes a man in a wheelchair,

how did they come to be?

What was their courtship like?

In their eyes I see the hurt, the sorrow, and the love that comes from a relationship.

What is their story?

Are they happy still?

Does he feel like a burden?


Building towards a great explosion,

the plan in place for months,

Dynamite stacked in storehouses underneath the abbey,

history hanging in the balance,

the power resting on the stone.


A collective shock to the system,

neighbors huddled around neighbors television sets and radios,

Prophecy that portends the end of days.


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