In The Evening of Autumn
She rested by a still spring, the spring called Self, and dipped her finger into the water and her reflection remained pure.
Night, a time that is named Fear, would not encompass her on the path called Truth, which lay before her.
She stood on the side of a mountain, the mountain called Life, and looked back at all the things her travel had encompassed and she saw it was good, and only a mist that had been Doubt lingered on the far horizon.
She lifted her eyes to where the sun set just beyond the mountain crest, and the wind that is called Change gently urged her to continue her ascension, and her heart lifted, for she would soon stand astride the golden peak, the place called Eternity, and her Earthly journey would end.
And she said, This is also good, for I have been given life, and I have brought forth life—life that is beauty and that shall carry me past the ages to come.
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2 comments:
Very well written. Nice work Ken.
Thanks, Mark.
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