Cumbersome Catalog - Early Morning Memories
Sitting, early morning, on the mountain side moss. The sky is a deep blue with a thin layer of purplish pink lining the mountain range. The sun is mere minutes away from peaking its shining face out for the whole mountain side to see.
My hand instinctively reaches to my left for a hand that is no longer there. My heart aches in my chest and my vision is soon clouded with great drops of grief. The sleeve of my jacket cradles the quickly falling tears and holds them as closely as my arms would hold her to my beating heart.
Now I quietly sit with the only thing in my arms to hold is that rugged old book and these early morning memories.
The piercing rays from that sphere of heat and life now shine as clear on my face as the sight of that spotless casket is seared in my mind. The wretched box that carried my comforts away. Now my only friends are that rugged old book and these early morning memories.
"I am coming soon, my love. Be patient. When my work here is done, I'll join you. But for now, I'll cling to this good book of Truth and faithfully live out this calling."
I pull myself up to my feet, wipe my face, and head back down to the chapel. This is now the only home I know. The only comfort I own. The last lap to run.
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