Life is Much but Measured the Passing of Two Camels Crossing

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The Passing of 2 Camels Crossing

Lifeis much.but measured

Rain fell in a fine mist today, hiding the tears of those that had

gathered to pay tribute to a broken friend, off the shoulder of a

small path near a weathered forest beyond a secluded valley, where

the wind chased leaves from nearby trees as they fell along the trailstraveled often by one who would not pass this way again. The sound

of footsteps moved awkwardly and slowly away from the passing,

towards the gate of the crossing, as the road turned towards a path

entering a meadow covered with a rare frost, as if she were unsure

when comfort had called her and where rest would take her in.


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Re-life was her early childhood prayer that somehow had become lost

in the many "locked boxes" she had stored along the way, on roads,

few that knew her would ever travel or visit for fear they could notovercome the heartaches of one such as she. Almost as if winter had

lost its' way, hiding itself, settling beneath the branches of an aging

tree...allowing the sweet fragrance of a late autumn evening to "chore

'bout the business at hand"...as the names of angels lined up to receive


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one as her; peering into the very heart of the frail life she had been

given.

The way of her path had not been easy and the hopes and dreams of a

small child was not remembered in her later years... by herself...nor

others whose paths she'd cross, as the fantasy of laughter and joy she

must have imagined... hidden in the wrinkles of her life that time not

permit nor would provide. Hers' was one of loneliness and

seclusion...set aside by travesty along the way, as if the journey she

would take would only bring sadness and ridicule to end with only theconviction of others measuring their own lives of times past, as they

stood at a distance, away from the shadows of this great loss..in

thought....remembering.....while drinking from her cup. She would

fulfill the need of no one throughout her journey, though she would

become the mother she dreamed of on a smaller path she would walk,


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cluttered by the delusions of "perhaps too much sacrifice" only

bringing the misfortune of forgetfulness to the minds and hearts of

those she would, with the gentleness of grace, bare and touch.

Friendships would have no place in her life as the pain of coming

home to herself would become the rule of the barren loneliness she

would endure, filling the empty house she had built.....with windows

boarded over allowing no rays of light to shed the newness of laterdays full of hapless nights...on a road covered with dust where

footprints marked only the coming and going of her own forgotten

life.


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I know that place, as I too have seen wisps of moments mounting into

months and years in my past...of sometimes seemingly forgotten times,

guided by the simple need to redefine the borders and boundaries my

life has put in place down roads of certain inconvenience, traveled bythe design of necessity...... rather than desire....

In the distance, voices sounded from those that had gathered around

the roots of an old tree, as they called out for her as though she had,

lost sight of footsteps left behind for those that follow.


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The hand of one who had journeyed before her raised beyond the

roots as if lifting the troubled burdens she had carried..since she was

of younger days.. not to be brought past the "gate of the

crossing".... beyond the washing of hurt and pain... a wrinkledhand, pointing the way, fingers bent and aged, yet full of wisdom and

prayers of hope and mercy.....reaching out to give her rest at a place

where the struggle and emptiness of her daily walk would only be

remembered by those gathered in the sanctuary to bid their

goodbyes....and search their own lives for the answers of "who she

was" and what mark on their own trails had she made, carving her

name on smaller trees along the paths they had walked......together.


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The day was done....""she was loved and welcomed by those who have

found the peace only God can give...gathered around the roots of an

aging tree.....sharing their love of hope, mercy and grace.... she has

delivered charity to my door, as blessings she did pour.....


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Opening the gate to view the "passing of two camels crossing".....once

more....may I pray for wisdom to understand it...rest was found ona blessedday.. at the crossing of the gates of the passing..


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"just when you thought the world around you was incomplete....anangel appears......life is much....but measured.....indeed, but the amountmeasured sometimes overflows the cup it is meant to fill.....spilling its

precious ingredients into someone else's cup..... as blessingsfor...."another day".........

Life is much.but measured .may we all find peace.

Excerpt from..ThePassing of Two CamelsCrossing..

lawrence.e.bragg

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