Muse Playground April
Apr. 25th, 2007 11:29 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sacredeyesA lovely being, scarcely formed or molded, a rose with all its sweetest leaves yet folded.
She remembered it. It was the first moment her eyes opened to the setting sun over Bath. There were church bells, the call to evening mass. The sun was warm, the air sweet with summer flowers. The world was perfect as if at the moment God first brought light forth from dark. There was a whisper on the breeze. It was soothing, distant and ever so clear. It was her creation and purpose from the most high.
She remembered those days before the dirt and the war. Things were simple, merely the coming and going of peasants. Things change with time. She watched the years pass and her beautiful city prosper. She longed for those lost days of silence.
Sighing she looked up at the bustling people and the city of noisy traffic. She had come to America looking for a purpose but how would she find it in this madness. Her eyes tracked far up the road. The cars seemed to go on forever and with them the sea of people. Then her eyes turned up, skyward, to the towering pillars of glass and steel. She longed to belong to one of them. She wished for a charge to care for and with it those who came and went through its doors.
It would have to wait. She was alone here. Her Father did not call. Perhaps he had and over the clamor of people she had not heard his whisper. Tears welled up from the ache in her heart. Stumbling she turned slowly forcing her ungainly legs to carry her farther into the streets. Pain came with every step but her eyes stayed on the steeple standing above the cars and people. It was nestle between the towers of glass and called to her. She knew it was a house of God. Her heart felt his presence there and she sought his comfort from the world she did not know.
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She remembered it. It was the first moment her eyes opened to the setting sun over Bath. There were church bells, the call to evening mass. The sun was warm, the air sweet with summer flowers. The world was perfect as if at the moment God first brought light forth from dark. There was a whisper on the breeze. It was soothing, distant and ever so clear. It was her creation and purpose from the most high.
She remembered those days before the dirt and the war. Things were simple, merely the coming and going of peasants. Things change with time. She watched the years pass and her beautiful city prosper. She longed for those lost days of silence.
Sighing she looked up at the bustling people and the city of noisy traffic. She had come to America looking for a purpose but how would she find it in this madness. Her eyes tracked far up the road. The cars seemed to go on forever and with them the sea of people. Then her eyes turned up, skyward, to the towering pillars of glass and steel. She longed to belong to one of them. She wished for a charge to care for and with it those who came and went through its doors.
It would have to wait. She was alone here. Her Father did not call. Perhaps he had and over the clamor of people she had not heard his whisper. Tears welled up from the ache in her heart. Stumbling she turned slowly forcing her ungainly legs to carry her farther into the streets. Pain came with every step but her eyes stayed on the steeple standing above the cars and people. It was nestle between the towers of glass and called to her. She knew it was a house of God. Her heart felt his presence there and she sought his comfort from the world she did not know.
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