Stolen from waters that
nearly robbed me.
Absorbing tears
as my lashes dripped,
I abandoned you gently
with others.
Centuries of accumulated
prayers,
sorrows,
hopes,
closed chapters,
broken shells.
Without
a hindsight glance.
On the Camino de Santiago de Compostella (the 500 mile pilgrimage I completely this summer),
it is believed that we carry a stone with us (usually from home) and all our losses, sins, pain, sorrows,
weaknesses, insecurities, unanswered prayers, etc., are symbolically embedded
within it during our walk. By leaving it behind at La Cruz de Ferro, we shed
those things we no longer need to "carry" through life.
This weekend's Trifextra comes to us courtesy of MOV. They want us to give them a 33-word time travel story. They
would love it if we would title it with the year/date that we choose.
