Token of Blessing
Token of Blessing
Simple brass token sits with anticipation,
Like pennies, abandoned in the streets, wait,
Gracing my desk with reminisce
Of an inlet crossed by a narrow bridge -
To an island basking in spring air
Or trembling in the nor’easters grip –
Finding open arms of smiles
To rest embraced in hospitality
Warmed in glowing fireside warmth
Before the matin hour, named time,
Calls my song
To enter wide flung doors
Of a white steepled church with a cornerstone
Set before the fife and drum
Rumbled in revolution -
Their steady beat
Still resounding in the tidal winds -
To raise up
Faith, hope and love found in a spring morning
Of worshipping hearts
Then in a final blessing
Leave echoes of praise, prayer and thanksgiving
While soft winds now tousle words of Godspeed
As two brass tokens, pressed into my palm,
Carry a message of farewell but not good-bye
Each with a mission and a message –
A mystic connection -
One for the bridge toll on my departure
One for my return.
Based on a true story.
4-8-21
Contest: The Last Token
Sponsor: Mystic Rose Rose
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