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