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anne ruchini

The Father who Waits

Updated: Oct 14


He found me,

in my abandoned castle,

chasing the dead.

Dancing with despair,

in the daylight.

as it had me in chains,

at night!

My fears,

befriended my sins.

And this medley,

got me twirling to its tune.

Amidst this ill-lit feast,

I saw a face.

I stopped!

To get a better glimpse of him.

I fell on my knees,

weeping.

All this time,

He has been waiting for me!

Each of my teardrops,

became a snow-like white pearl,

in his hands.

Then he gently,

put them in the pockets,

of his woolen tunic.

I looked at him in awe!

He smiled and said,

“Pearls made of salt and water,

always reminds me,

of my strongest warriors on earth”.  

 

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