My Father's Death
The goddess murderer came cloaked in whiteness. A spectacular light illuminated the darkness as she appeared. A mighty crown of golden hair blazing top her head. A thousand wisp skirting round each curl. Glory she was to behold. Her embrace raced though souls, making their blood her own.
She promised joy and comfort with each embrace and indeed, her promises were fulfilled, all the days of her life. Like a god of old, she molded each man for servitude. Her low whispering voice quickly subdued each in dreams, “Stay with me. Follow me. Worship only me; for I alone, can give you what you desire and I will stay with you all the days of your life. I promise thee this, if you will only worship me.”
And so it was, my father, then a trusting youth, found her and worshipped her. A child believing in promises and I ask you, what child wouldn’t believe a golden goddess full of asseveration? Relief truly could be found in her embrace.
Yes, the promise was fulfilled, the goddess stayed with him all the days of his life. There was an abundance of comfort and joy. A intimate giving soothing warmth and well-being in times of sorrowed trouble. A calming shoulder to lean on, a ready ear to listen, and a lover readily eager to give. Amidst the passage of time, my father felt the embrace of a beautiful companion. As long as I’d known him, he stayed forever in her arms.
And there he died, in her arms, unable to escape the goddess cloaked in white. Even as he felt her embrace tighten round his chest, it was to no avail. No door could keep her out, no chain could hold her back, no wall was high enough, no moat wide enough and no place to hide where she could not go.
She kept her word; she stayed with him all the days of his life, unruffled and unmoved as he begged her gone. At times he fell on bended knees, pleading, imploring her to take her leave. She tilted her lovely head, as she looked down and she smiled and stayed. There were times when he would escape, but only a heartbeat‘s tick. He would come back, always to her and hide in her forgiveness. She had waited patiently for she knew. She was to keep her promise. She had made the promise, a declaration, hadn’t she? How could she leave him now, when his end was so near? How could she? She needed worship and she had served, just as she promised.
She alone was there, as he lay dying, early one October morning. It was the thirty-first day of the month. A day filled with old gods and goddesses, we now call demons and devils. Yet, we still don’t see when they come. She came dressed in white, floating on a cloud, promising.....O, promising the child she would be there all the days of his life. Promises which she kept true.
It's been two years since his death.
She promised joy and comfort with each embrace and indeed, her promises were fulfilled, all the days of her life. Like a god of old, she molded each man for servitude. Her low whispering voice quickly subdued each in dreams, “Stay with me. Follow me. Worship only me; for I alone, can give you what you desire and I will stay with you all the days of your life. I promise thee this, if you will only worship me.”
And so it was, my father, then a trusting youth, found her and worshipped her. A child believing in promises and I ask you, what child wouldn’t believe a golden goddess full of asseveration? Relief truly could be found in her embrace.
Yes, the promise was fulfilled, the goddess stayed with him all the days of his life. There was an abundance of comfort and joy. A intimate giving soothing warmth and well-being in times of sorrowed trouble. A calming shoulder to lean on, a ready ear to listen, and a lover readily eager to give. Amidst the passage of time, my father felt the embrace of a beautiful companion. As long as I’d known him, he stayed forever in her arms.
And there he died, in her arms, unable to escape the goddess cloaked in white. Even as he felt her embrace tighten round his chest, it was to no avail. No door could keep her out, no chain could hold her back, no wall was high enough, no moat wide enough and no place to hide where she could not go.
She kept her word; she stayed with him all the days of his life, unruffled and unmoved as he begged her gone. At times he fell on bended knees, pleading, imploring her to take her leave. She tilted her lovely head, as she looked down and she smiled and stayed. There were times when he would escape, but only a heartbeat‘s tick. He would come back, always to her and hide in her forgiveness. She had waited patiently for she knew. She was to keep her promise. She had made the promise, a declaration, hadn’t she? How could she leave him now, when his end was so near? How could she? She needed worship and she had served, just as she promised.
She alone was there, as he lay dying, early one October morning. It was the thirty-first day of the month. A day filled with old gods and goddesses, we now call demons and devils. Yet, we still don’t see when they come. She came dressed in white, floating on a cloud, promising.....O, promising the child she would be there all the days of his life. Promises which she kept true.
It's been two years since his death.
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