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Monday, November 12, 2012

Keys


Keys


The old monk sat upon his small pillow.  Legs crossed up, hands resting upon his this, fore finger gently resting upon his thumb.  His bald head tipped ever so slightly forward.  His eyes were closed, and his back was towards me and yet he called my name as I entered the room. 

“Jennifer, at last you have arrived.   We have awaited this auspicious day with great anticipation. “ A small smile stole across his lips.  His clear golden eyes opened and he winked at me.

“Grandfather, even I didn’t know I was coming until this morning.  How could you have been anticipating me?”  I looked at him with that questioning gaze I often found when I was around him.  He always seemed three steps ahead of me.  Knowing my next move before a thought even entered my mind.

Pushing his flowing robe to the side, he stretched his legs forward and his arms upward.  “Little one, have I not always known your next move?  You have come to hear me tell you the Keys of Life.”  Standing, he reached out to encircle me in a warm embrace. 

With my customary sigh, I allow myself to fall into the old pattern of safety.  To feel the kind strength within those arms.  Listen to the strong beating of a loving heart.  And know that where ever else I had been, I was now home.

“Quickly”, my grandfather laughed, “The first, and most important,  key is to have someone you love, love you back!” 

leigh

10 comments:

  1. So true! You have the first keys many times over! Love you and love this!!!!!!

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  2. What a beautiful interpretation! Thanks for sharing your creative vision.

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    1. Thank you, Ms. Kate, for taking the time to read my story. I do appreciate it!

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  3. Wonderful write Leigh!! So very true!!

    Cheers, Jenn

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  4. Love is the most beautiful key of all. Nice interpretation for the prompt.

    http://suzysomedaysomewhere.blogspot.co.nz/2012/11/blog-hop-54-picture-prompt.html

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  5. Leigh, this is so beautiful. I recalled my grandfather who was blind and always wanted took us to the sunlight to trace our faces. How special that made us feel. ♥

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  6. Beautifully written! I really love it as I can vividly fell that previous moment of the girl and her grandpa.

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  7. Nice sentiment. The perfect key.

    http://joycelansky.blogspot.com

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