Walking the long winding road

Walking the long winding road

It was a chilly early May day with the sweet smell of jasmine in the air when my troubled soul’s feet crunched upon the twigs that lined the mist laden trail. I could hear my heart’s rhymic beat, keeping time with my feet.

Dark thoughts were waring with my mind, wanting me to accept that it would be good to die, no, I shouted out loud, Lord, dispel this evil dark cloud. My beloved wife had left, my cold feet, were, all alone under the sheet, even worse, a broken heart that struggles for each beat.

I have reverted back to the wood, and, my old boyhood trail, to pray to God, whose purposes never fail. Up ahead, from the mist, a woman appeared, tightly clenching her shawl, she was weeping bitterly, it touched me deeply. Suddenly, the Sun burst through the misty shroud, we met, eye to eye, I let out a big gasp, it was my wife, right there I thought that I would die.

She fell to the ground before me, I quickly raised her up, she said; I have sinned much against you, I ended up one morning in a ditch, out of nowhere, a man appeared, he said fear not, for I Am the Good Samaritan! He said, go back to your husband, he loves , and misses you. I looked all over for you, until I remembered your favorite trail, just beyond where the lavendar’s bloom in the Vail.

She gazed deep into my confused eyes, and, asked, if you were Adam, and, I, Eve, would you ask me to leave? A rush of emotion overwhelved me, and, I gripped her limp form professing; I* love you more than when you went away! No more cold sheets, love her warm feet.

*As written, Love never fails.

Author Ken
May 23, 2019