Keys

Keys

TheWriters’ Post #54

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