The Hours After Your World Colapses Seem Like Centuries
Aug 24, 2016 17:43:19 GMT -8
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Post by Tsura Vadoma on Aug 24, 2016 17:43:19 GMT -8
Vivi was knelt in front of the altar, her face lit by the many candles that flickered softly there. The altar was covered in wax, some of the candles almost out, others had only been lit for a few hours. Behind it the large pipe organ sat behind it, the pipes old and tarnished the keys on it worn from centuries of use, some had obviously been replaced due to wear. The crucifix was on the wall looking over the whole sanctuary, the wood was aged and worn from times unforgiving hand. All the stained glass windows depicted different biblical scenes some of the glass discolored or warped, some of the shades inconsistent in the panes. There were a few other people sitting around the church with, some praying quietly, others leaving pictures and crying. The monks of the church and the nuns were singing somewhere in the upper levels their near heavenly voices echoing through the building.
Vivi had one candle lit in front of where she was kneeling, it had her family crest impressed into the wax on it. She was wearing a long black and gold dress, the same one she had worn when attending her families funeral. Her hands wearing black lace gloves, and a long ornate beaded veil covering her face, it covered her like a blanket going to the floor on both the front and back. Her head was bowed and her eyes closed, her hands folded in-front of her; praying.
"Our Father in heaven, hallowed be your name. Your kingdom come, your will be done, on earth as it is in heaven. Give us this day our daily bread, and forgive us our debts, as we also have forgiven our debtors. And lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil." Her voice was shaky and soft, "I have lost my dearest love Father, my heart is shattered like glass Lord, I need strength Lord, I need help to move on, we were married for three hundred and eighty three years, he was second in my world only to you." her voice cracked. "I give thanks for all the wonderful years I have been given with him, and that my last hours with him were kind, that his last words to me were kind."
"My Child, what troubles you at this hour?" the voice had a slight italian accent to it that clung to the vowels in the sentence and created pauses at specific points.
She looked over and there was the priest of the church adorned in traditional attire of robes, colored sashes, and various colors and types of cords all denoting his devotion to the church. He knelt beside her, folded his hands in his lap, and smiled sweetly at her.
"Father, I have lost my eternal partner that God gifted to me. We were supposed to be together forever and...now hes gone." she reached out for his hand, he met hers and held it softly in between both of his hands. They were warm and soft, like old leather couches.
"No my child he is not gone, he is in the kind arms of the lord and he is in your heart. You are so young surely you too could not have been joined for long. You must have been very close."
"Yes Father we were."
"Well you are young my child you will meet another." he patted her hand with his.
"Im not sure...how do I get out of bed every day? How do I continue with out him?"
"My child do you feel him in your heart?" she nodded softly, "then he is not gone, I was in your position once. I lost my dear wife before I joined the church...It was hard to move on, but if you lean on the Lord and The Father he will carry you my child."
"Thank you Father." The preist stood and walked off to go comfort some of the other patrons there.
She sat for a few more minutes staring at the crucifix on the wall behind the altar. Could she really be able to move on? Had he been her whole world, her everything. She had to, there was work to do. She placed a picture she had drawn on Emilio infront of her candle, stood up, and left the church.
She got into the car waiting in the parking lot and took out a piece of paper and pen and began writing.
"Where to ma'am?" the driver asked.
"Home, I have lingered in the past long enough for today."
Vivi had one candle lit in front of where she was kneeling, it had her family crest impressed into the wax on it. She was wearing a long black and gold dress, the same one she had worn when attending her families funeral. Her hands wearing black lace gloves, and a long ornate beaded veil covering her face, it covered her like a blanket going to the floor on both the front and back. Her head was bowed and her eyes closed, her hands folded in-front of her; praying.
"Our Father in heaven, hallowed be your name. Your kingdom come, your will be done, on earth as it is in heaven. Give us this day our daily bread, and forgive us our debts, as we also have forgiven our debtors. And lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil." Her voice was shaky and soft, "I have lost my dearest love Father, my heart is shattered like glass Lord, I need strength Lord, I need help to move on, we were married for three hundred and eighty three years, he was second in my world only to you." her voice cracked. "I give thanks for all the wonderful years I have been given with him, and that my last hours with him were kind, that his last words to me were kind."
"My Child, what troubles you at this hour?" the voice had a slight italian accent to it that clung to the vowels in the sentence and created pauses at specific points.
She looked over and there was the priest of the church adorned in traditional attire of robes, colored sashes, and various colors and types of cords all denoting his devotion to the church. He knelt beside her, folded his hands in his lap, and smiled sweetly at her.
"Father, I have lost my eternal partner that God gifted to me. We were supposed to be together forever and...now hes gone." she reached out for his hand, he met hers and held it softly in between both of his hands. They were warm and soft, like old leather couches.
"No my child he is not gone, he is in the kind arms of the lord and he is in your heart. You are so young surely you too could not have been joined for long. You must have been very close."
"Yes Father we were."
"Well you are young my child you will meet another." he patted her hand with his.
"Im not sure...how do I get out of bed every day? How do I continue with out him?"
"My child do you feel him in your heart?" she nodded softly, "then he is not gone, I was in your position once. I lost my dear wife before I joined the church...It was hard to move on, but if you lean on the Lord and The Father he will carry you my child."
"Thank you Father." The preist stood and walked off to go comfort some of the other patrons there.
She sat for a few more minutes staring at the crucifix on the wall behind the altar. Could she really be able to move on? Had he been her whole world, her everything. She had to, there was work to do. She placed a picture she had drawn on Emilio infront of her candle, stood up, and left the church.
She got into the car waiting in the parking lot and took out a piece of paper and pen and began writing.
"Where to ma'am?" the driver asked.
"Home, I have lingered in the past long enough for today."
