The Prophecy

In slow motion, the figures crumbled. Large and small pieces swirled, defying gravity. Darkness became light and they stopped moving; suspended. That is how it began.

“Nike” by Cordray Parker. Located in the Birmingham Botanical Gardens, Birmingham, Alabama.

– Written for Grammar Ghoul Press Shapeshifting 13 #74. Prompts were photo and audio. WC 26. “The Prophecy” was awarded 2nd place for this challenge.



I Stand At The Gate

I am a guide, for the passing, through the veil between our two worlds.

At the gate of Bonaventure Cemetery, Savannah, GA

I do not weep for those whose earthly vessels resting here beneath the soil. I weep with those souls left behind.

I am a guide, for the passing, through the veil between our two worlds.

I stand guard, to offer reassurance to those weakened by loss and to remind them that this temporary abode is but a moment in time.

My shuttered eyes demonstrate to visitors that this is a place of rest and not a place to fear. I represent the peace and stillness their loved ones now possess.

I hold fast to that which exemplifies strength in adversity and reconciliation in death. The cross that I lean upon is the key to unlocking the door to spiritual ascension.

Welcome to all who enter. May you know comfort here.

– Written for dVerse Poetics, prompt was “the voice of the sculpture.” Photo ©2010 Leara Morris-Clark.

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