Prophesy In 1848
A voice said I had to go to the well in the center of the meadow
It was midnight; there was no way
The voice was persistent, insistent
Would not allow me to go back to sleep
or rest in any way
Do you think this is another prophesy? My husband asked.
He is from a family of soothsayers and healers
He understands the power of this internal voice
I do not know, I admitted, but I have to go
He was going to go with me
but an internal voice yelled “go alone!”
I thanked him, quickly explained and went alone
It was a balmy night, I arrived quickly.
A girl came out of the shadows to tell me her tale
She was frightened, terrified of her husband
I knew mine would have turned her in
I gave her a place to stay away from the house,
brought her food and gave her a bit of money
A distant relative agreed to take her
We saved this woman a life of grief,
when women were chattel, owned by husbands
I am glad this prophesy helped me get her
away from a wicked man, my husband’s cousin.
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