Ripples(Annie Frame) Ripples by Annie Frame.

The beautiful woman stood on the ancient bridge looking down into the waters below. Her face held wisdom not of the earth with eyes of light. Time lay out of reach and had done for longer than she cared to remember, so she remained quietly in observation of the scene she knew so well. The sky nestled just above preparing to deliver something somewhere. A mixture of sadness and joy mingled in her, yet she should have been used to the scenario by now. Sweetness by name and nature she’d earned her place of rest, but she remembered well that she’d once been a traveller on the long winding road, but not anymore. Images of what lay below hung to her like long forgotten legacies, yet still came into play when the sky opened up with the gift of life. Silence lingered as she contemplated on what lay ahead. The first drop was always the worst and as the pace quickened one naturally adjusted to the loss owned and the gain of another. As expected the drop came from the heavens and plopped into the still water. Sweetness watched the ripple effect it had on the water and knew others were on their way. As expected the drops gradually multiplied in military precision landing one by one. Each created a ripple that automatically surged into a neighbouring one. Eventually the water was full of drops rippling into one another until they sunk out of sight. Once again the water regained its original setting, but all calm waters run deep and this was no exception. The beautiful woman with sweetness for a name turned to leave the bridge that had held her as she witnessed souls leaving heaven to begin a life on earth. “I hope that each and every one of them remembers the ripple effect.” She whispered softly.

Annie Frame. Copyright May 2011.

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