Message In Stanza

Poetry and Musings

As promised, here is Chapter 2. from this story I am currently writing called, June’s Faith. 🙂 Be sure to check out the previous chapter here: https://messageinstanza.com/2018/12/06/4196/

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CHAPTER 2. The Unexpected Visitor

June woke up from a horrible nightmare. She was reliving the whole incident like it happened yesterday. She awoke in a gasp and pant. She tried to calm herself down but it was hard because the adrenaline rush was strong. She revisited her sister’s death almost every night ever since her time in the orchard. June was about to splash water on her face to wake up faster and get refreshed for the day because in her mind, there was no use sleeping anymore.

As she was getting out of bed, a figure appeared out of nowhere right in front of her. A brilliant white light engulfed this body and June couldn’t make out the face. But what she could make out was this incredible love she felt  emanating from this unexpected visitor. June felt a tangling sensation as the hair on her skin stood up from surprise and wonder.

A voice spoke from the light, “I am here to answer your prayer from the orchard. I come in many forms but this is one way I come.” June was dazzled but confused. Why did you take forever to come to me? This being must have read her thoughts because immediately He answered. “I have waited this long to prepare your heart, June.” Wow, you even know my name! Who are you? What June was asking was a rhetorical question but a thought that need to be expressed because of all years of hurt, pain, and distance from her Higher Power.

The voice that came through the light was powerful as waterfall but also soft as a feather. The words resonated purpose and direction but resided with comfort and love. “My dear June, you have been through a lot. I know, my child.”

He took his strong arm from the light and rested it on June’s shoulder. “I am here to remind you that you are an overcomer. You have been in the past and you will continue to be in the future. Any time one of my children struggles with a secret sin, in deep sadness, or feel like giving up, I hear a sincere plea from their hearts and I come to the rescue on their behalf. I have come to you, my child, because it’s time to let go of your past. If you only knew that I have your past safely in my arms. It’s time to let go.”

June stood dumbfounded. She was speechless in every sense of the word. She knew in her heart of hearts that past was a painful place to visit but she revisited more than she would like to admit. Some of her past was like a dark cave, dark and hollow.

June was about to make peace with her past with this being, or so she thought, but as soon as she looked back in his direction he evaporated like a thin cloud of smoke.

She had a lot to do. Taxes to pay, groceries to buy and most importantly, to shake off the delusions of the ghost visitor from yesterday. She has been through a lot lately. She probably imagined this. She had to. While she believed in God, why would He come down a visit her, of all people? Especially, to her own private home?

She went to her local grocery store to buy her usual fruits, veggies and meats. And how she loved seafood, especially, shrimp and scallops. She got to the seafood counter and said hello to Jimmy, a short but built man that always had a contagious smile. He seemed to know more about seafood that could fill up a seafood encyclopedia. He knew where certain fish originated and which ones were thriving and barely surviving because of overfishing.

June blushed when she saw him. She secretly liked him and believed Jimmy secretly liked her as well. She always imagined herself dating a fisherman type of person.

“How was your Thanksgiving?” “Oh, simple. I was at home with my friends. Watched sports but I could less about the Macy’s parade. It’s the same kind of acts and floats every year. How about you?”

“Same here,” replies June. “It would have been better if we could eat lobster instead of turkey. You know in the original Thanksgiving the pilgrims and Indians had lobster? Why do we eat turkey instead?” Jimmy curl up his mouth like a brilliant half-moon in the sky. “Well, you can start that tradition. Buy some lobster now and pretend it’s still Thanksgiving.” He winked at her home. She returned his warmth with a smile as well.

As she was about to check out she thought she would look at the roses in the floral department. She looked at the Amalia red roses. Sniffed them. They say smells bring back earlier memories. June recalled putting the Amalia on Helen’s casket. The delicate red roses rested peacefully in her hands. She hoped the same for Helen. May she be resting in peace with God.

 

Feel free to share your thoughts with me on this story so far. And stay tuned for more! 🙂

8 thoughts on “June’s Faith: Chapter 2.

  1. Jordy says:

    Excellent story, Carly. You write it as you may have experienced this firsthand. A deep honor. Lovely!💗

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    1. Carly says:

      Wow, what a lovely comment. Thank you so much! ❤️ Truly appreciated. 🤗

      Liked by 1 person

  2. It’s beautiful to see her beginning to rekindle her faith, as well as the romantic in me, enjoyed the hint of romance. 😉 ❤

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    1. Carly says:

      Thank you! I like to touch of romance. Will it blossom into more? You’ll have to see. 😉

      Liked by 1 person

      1. I look forward to reading it!😊

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  3. Wow, June saw the Light! ❤ So sad she thought it was a delusion afterward.

    June and Jimmy – I'm already hoping they will get together. 😀 I like him already. He seems like a fun guy.

    I want lobster for Thanksgiving…

    Aww, red roses for the grave. ❤ So sad.

    Great story so far! 🙂

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