Dilly dallying in the sun
In the corner of my eye
Someone standing in the shadows
Telling myself to keep being free, but I’m
Racing towards the figure
All I can see now is darkness
Can’t find the sunshine anymore
The piles of commitment are getting higher
It wasn’t someone in the shadows, but
Our reality telling me
Now is the time to come back from day dreaming
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Rich Burton
I’m a work from home mom with 2 crazy kids. I write for fun with the hopes of finishing my unfinished book!
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The River's Due
The river in our village was everything. Giver of life, bringer of death. It provided you with good fortune or stole your future. It was where the priests baptized us and the grandmothers blessed us afterward, in between the washing. The river’s spirit whispered to us all, every day of our lives. When someone was lost to the river, those same traveling priests claimed God had called them home. We nodded to make them feel better, but we knew it was the river that had come calling for its due. We may have come to accept Jesus as our savior, but had our doubts he would have tried to walk our river.
By Shaun Walters3 days ago in Fiction
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