“Does she have any idea of what’s going on?”
“She’s completely oblivious.”
Like a child adrift on a raft with nothing but a torch, I watch as she howls and cries at the elements and then ebbs and flows into silence.
Some days she is louder and then others, she is silent and steadfast.
In answer to your question though….
Does she know?
She believes she is a by-product of circumstance.
She doesn’t understand we have intervened in altering the course of her fate.”
The girl sat on the wooden raft as it floated under the moonlit sky contemplating her fate.
She had been adrift at sea now for quite some time, and although the raft was small, she was thankful for it keeping her afloat.
As she sat pondering the direction she was going in, she wondered about the light in her hands which was keeping her safe from harm.
Sometimes when she was cold or miserable, she had thoughts of it becoming extinguished, and felt panic arise in her like an animal trapped in a cage.
Eventually the feeling would pass, and the girl would resign herself to her fate, knowing if ever such a time came, there was nothing she could do to alter the outcome.
The girl gave thanks once again for the raft, and this time remembered to give thanks also for the light.
She wondered again about her future.
Of the Gods.
And of who she was and where she was going.
She wondered what should we say to them, if ever she saw them….
if ever she made it to the end of her journey.
The girl thought long
and the girl
Eventually she formed the words and spoke.
Thank you for the raft……
And thank you for the light…..
And thank you…..
for keeping me safe in all my nakedness……
so that I could make it this far.