Favored among women,
Sword shall pierce your heart,
Disgraced and outcast one
Whose blessings come through deepest mother-pain.
Mara - bitter -
Simple serving maid,
Generations rise and call you blessed,
Bringer of the One who brings
Peace
Through sword and flame.
Let waves come in And wash away The sadness from your soul, And salt winds comb The world-dust from your hair; Renew your jaded sight And find The wonder everywhere.
I must admit that I'm a thoroughly timorous novelist, and though I've let out a few dark hints about my (untitled) 'work in progress', no-one except my younger brother has read more than a few words of the thing. But when I saw that this month's Chatterbox theme was 'Travel by Foot', I realized that it would be a perfect fit for sharing a bit of my novel, since the main character spends a rather large portion of the first bit wandering about the countryside. I'm going to hold myself back from reminding you that this is a first draft and that I'm going to do a lot of re-writing and blah and blah and blah, and just go ahead and share the thing, because really, I think it's time to let someone besides my brother in on this. - Wayfarers - source I splashed water over my head and neck, then turned my attention to my aching feet, wincing as I carefully removed my boots and socks. The long days of travel in ill-fitting shoes had wreak
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