89 All Done

I suppose I'm all done here. My job's over.

I've done everything I had wanted to do. I've delivered all my messages. I've lived my life by the golden rule and hope that I have taught others to live their lives by my example.

I have survived in the streets by the kindness of others, while sidestepping the cruelties--which I knew I couldn't avoid forever. Before one got me, though, I just wanted to do everything I had set out to do before the gotcha got me.

God had a plan for me. How many times have I heard that! Now I know God puts everyone here for a reason, and it's all we can do to find it out. I hope I have. I think I have. It wasn't always easy, but I'm hopeful I did.

There were times when I had my doubts, especially self-doubts. Nothing was spoonfed me; I had to it alone. Sometimes my actions seemed mysterious, even to me; but they came naturally. I guess I had a gift for seeing the light--the right way. Sure, I've had thoughts. They creep in, do they not? From God knows where. Maybe God had nothing to do with them.

I pray my way was the right way.

Now I don't choose my destiny. I'm in others' hands. I suppose it's always been like that. So maybe it wasn't a gift, but a curse.

So, here I am: nothing more to prove. I'm perched with a clear vantage point of those who agreed with me, followed me, and hated me, too. I also can see they really don't know what they're doing. Like I was, before.

There's nothing else I can offer now except a kind of handshake between my own mortality and the infinite. I fret, though, that I'll only go over that bridge by letting everything go. It's a little frightening, but once all is done, I'll feel like I've always been comfortable doing just that. So I ignore the cruelties coming my way and don't bother sidestepping them anymore. Come what may, I've come my way. Crown and all.

"It is finished," I mutter, almost inaudibly, looking down from my cross.

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AUTHOR'S NOTE:

This is a prelude to my Easter Sunday submission, "Hither and Yon."

Word count (excluding notes): 366

Submitted for Friday, March 29, 2024. In a tangential way, this is a companion piece to my Good Friday submission, "All Done."

2024: A Story-a-Day for the whole year. This one is #89.

All pictures are AI-generated, but my faith is not!