Raising her arm, fluttering her wing
Preparing to fly upward and onward
Under purity and innocence, she glides
Hauling the soul, she now cradles
Comforting the soul she now carries
Taking them to their final home
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Rain didn’t stop Mala. Swaddling for Edgar covered the baby boy’s body and she held her other son’s, Burton, six-year-old hand. The mud, muck, and mire didn’t hinder her from staying on course with her mission. From Pennsylvania, they all trekked to get closer and closer to land that was never promised but simply implied. Each step produced more mud caked around her sneakers. She didn’t care. Her rucksack provided them protein packs to put into plastic bottles and nuts and berries and dried meats to keep their muscles in good health. Water hydrated. She rested. The baby had been asleep the entire time that she had started her journey and her eldest son remained silent throughout the excursion as well.
By Skyler Saunders3 days ago in Chapters
Comments (8)
This is lovely and sad and touching all at once
With such tender love & grace--the very essence of the gospel.
What a beautiful visual. I love this. ❤
Gorgeous sentiment in a restrictive structure!
That hauling sounds so heavy!
Please ask her to take me with her too! Loved your 6W6L!
Very spiritual
Ohhhh sorry sweet and sad too, great visual.