Prophecy, Laura J Weatherbee [suggested reading TXT] 📗

tuneful voice, a voice that as a child he knew.
“Be happy … be free. Put your grievance for me at rest, my child of vast wonderment. That is my Christmas message to you. It’s the best I can do. Take very well care and don’t be scared, for in your heart you will find that the love you need from me has always been there. That you must always believe.”
She and Prophecy then vanished beyond the mountain. And it was beyond that mountain where there lain a place that had once brewed sorrow deep in his soul. For it was there where his mother, who had died upon a Christmas Eve many years before, was buried beneath a common stone. But yesterday’s sorrow was now gone. It was gone … almost as though it had never belonged.
How lucky I am, he thought, as he listened to the church bells sing their Christmas song that Prophecy came to me that night when the first snow of winter fell. How lucky indeed.


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Text: Cover By Laura J Weatherbee
Publication Date: 04-26-2010

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