The Soothsayer Part 2
She was born six years after Post World War One.
It was the first morning of May that she beat the blazing sun.
She was a beautiful honey color, with light brown eyes, and cold black hair.
However, there was one imperfection that captured a stare.
From the top of the crown of her head to the forehead was shaded by a black veil.
With culture feasting and celebration of a newborn shlep along spiritual tales.
Prophecies of a real loving mother are indescribable biblical.
Her mother's love for her was solid and unconditional.
It was her mother's requiem for her to receive salvation.
With enthusiastic haste for time, she received ritual purification.
She was a jovial child until she reached her inevitable spiritual compass task.
From a tender touch of a child's hand, engender a ringing in the ear, a strong smell of raw potatoes, and a death-like mask.
An encroaching vision of dark shades of color appeared of a child that suffered a venomous snake bite.
In just quick measure of minutes, she returned to the light.
There was a ring of people with thundering voices that were charged with fear.
As to what took place she was unclear.
There were many speculative views about incarnation.
There were many views with many miserable accounts of persuasion.
Even with many outwitting opinions, she accepted the worth of her enigma as a benefit once she realized that the beneficial part was in saving the young child's life.
She was keenly aware that the mysterious infirmity was bound to cause her some strife.
January 24, 2023
Copyright © Mary E.W. Stephenson | Year Posted 2023
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