Sofia and Nadia.

Nadia 

Nadia was tired her bones ached her feet were swollen and the pain in her chest that had been bothering her for days now was tiring her out. Just a she as she bent down to take the evening meal out of the oven the door flew open and her eldest great,great, granddaughter rushed in. “Nana is coming, Nana is coming up the hill” Nadia felt the rush of warmth and sighed as all the aches and pains left her body Sofia was coming , all will be well.

Watching Sofia striding up the hill towards the house she marvelled at her strength of stride and how though aged she looked the same as she did when they had first met. All those years ago when her mother had died and Sofia had stepped in and made things right. Things seemed clearer after that terrible afternoon when they had  left Jerusalem. Never, never would the the vision of the poor man on the cross fade from her mind. His face was with her constantly but recently the vision was more a comfort than a fear provoking.

Walking out of the door Nadia told the child to go and fetch her mother and grandmother. Then with a newly found strength in her old bones she strode towards Sofia.

Nadia was in her 99th year which made Sofia..how old? It was a mystery Sofia never seemed to age she just went on and on never changing. She looked the same now as she did the day they had finally left their home land after Mary had died. They had packed up and gone to Cyprus. Nadia would never forget when they left. How none of the captain’s of the boats wanted to take them. Sofia had just decided which boat looked the sturdiest and looked the captain in the eye and said “You will take the child and I to Cyprus” and he had.

That was 90 years ago. Sofia had set up a home, they had built the house, tended the land and farmed goats, fruit, honey and olives. Nadia had been taught to read and write, grown married, had children, lost children and now has two generations of descendants.

The two women greeted eachother with a hug and then turned back toward the farm house. Nadia never felt her age when Sofia was at her side. ” I am so glad you are here tonight ” Nadia said, “The whole family is coming for a meal.” Sofia smiled.

Later after the meal with her whole family around her Nadia died peacefully and gently in Sofia’s arms. The family were destraught at her death . No body noticed Sofia leave, as she opened the door she said to them all, grieve for Nadia now, remember me as one who you once knew.

None of the family saw the two figures walking towards the sunset. One child looking out of window thought she did, but went she mentioned it she was told not to be silly, so she said no more.

Nadia and Sofia walked awhile together happy in their companionship. Then Sofia saw the angel waiting for Nadia and she told her to go with him. Nadia protested but Sofia said she had to journey on , she kissed Nadia and when she saw she was safe with the angel she walked on.

Sofia felt the pain of loss. She knew she now had to travel on, on her own, what next she wandered.

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Trapped Soul

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For years it fought against it’s tether

Yet the harder it fought the more it would wither.

It  caused itself so much pain,

Yearning for a freedom it never could gain.

Finally exhausted it decided one day

To no longer try to break away.

It decided that it should be what it should be.

So the soul stopped fighting, relaxed. Immediately it was set free.

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Top picture from Pixabay, the second is mine .

Finally Redemption and Hope

For  all the  years  she had  wondered out in the world  alone

Never  did  she  forsake  the hope  that  she  would  find home.

A suitcase  and  a rose  her only  possessions

Outcast, untouched  by  life’s  procession.

 

Centuries  past  and  she  never aged nor gained peace

Hiding  from the sun, trapped  by night.With no release.

Little  Vampire  they took your soul

Gave  you  the  night  to play in  but never  made  you whole.

 

No tears  can flee  those  beautiful eyes

Eyes  that  never gaze on  blue skies

Pale  skin that  never  feel the  gentle warm touch

Of  the golden sun, that you still miss so much.

 

Those  who have  crossed  your  path never live  to tell

You  take  their life’s  blood  and  it prolongs  your hell.

You long  for warmth  that you vaguely  remember

To  skip in fields with others like  that long  ago September.

 

I think  you have paid  for  your  past sins

We need  to  take  you  back to where  all this  begins.

Too see if  we can find  your  soul

To bless  you and  make  you  whole.

 

If  you  will just  step into  the  Sun’s heat

Take  my  hand  and  we will your  saviour  meet.

It will only  take a minute  for  you to burn

Then  born again,  God’s  love  your learn .

The Red Ballet Shoes

Sad Orphan

Poor, poor Karen sat and cried,

She had been left alone in the world her poor mother had died.

Don’t you cry, said the rich lady. I’ll care for you my child

You will not want for anything she said and   smiled..

So from a humble beginnings  Karen grew to expect the best,

The finest toys and clothes, this young fared better  than  the rest.

As the years went by the rich lady made sure she was schooled well she was an uncommon beauty, she stood out in a crowd,

Lovely to look at  but she had a cold heart and she was very proud.

One day Karen was out with her benefactor

They past a special shop frequented mostly by dancers and actors.

She spied some red ballet shoes the like she’d never seen,

Oh! she thought if only she had them she could be a queen

The  Old  lady  was wrapped around her finger she soon had the red shoes in her hands.

She could not wait to put them on she knew the like of them could not be matched in many lands.

Karen wore the shoes to school, she wore them out to play.

She shocked the whole town as she wore them to church every Sunday.

People tutted in corners they tutted behind their hands

She should not wear red shoes to church, God would not for the ‘vain glorious’ stand.

The old lady begged Karen to take care

To behave and to church not the red shoes wear.

Karen new that everyone adored her shoes

She knew that she was beautiful and that they adored her too??

The rich lady begged her to listen but Karen left her words unheeded.

Very soon the old lady became ill and Karen’s love and care she needed.

The  the old lady asked  Karen to look after  her but Karen  would not listen

She  went to the  May Day Party,looking ravishing lips red as her shoes and eyes of blue that glisten.

A stranger who could dance

All eyes upon her as she entered, Karen was delighted

She scanned the room and  on a handsome stranger her eyes alighted.

He strode across the room and very soon they were dancing

She loved the way he made her feet fly he was so fleet he had them prancing.

The evening flew by she never left his arms

Their eyes  locked she surrendered to his charms.

Then all at once he was gone and she was left bereft an uneasy

Feeling in her soul about something strange he had said.

“Oh! what wonderful ballet shoes” were the words that he had uttered to her shoes

As they danced. Just before he left he had bent down and tapped her shoes and whispered

“stick fast as you dance”

As he left, her feet took a ballet stance and from then she could stop herself she began to dance.

She dance around the other couples covering every inch of the floor

She danced up and down the hall and then out of the door.

She danced down the high street and through the grave yard cold

Where her darling mother lay in her coffin old.

She danced around the parsons house and on the village green

Fear grip her as she realized she could not stop and she began to scream!

She danced home to the old lady who on her death bed lay,

“Oh! Karen dear I begged you not to leave me I begged of you to stay”

Sadly her apologies went unheard as the dear old lady slipped away.

Karen tried sitting she tried laying on the floor

But her feet would not stop dancing and soon they danced her out the door.

They danced her through the day and they danced her through the night.

All failed that tried to remove the shoes they were certainly stuck on tight.

She missed the rich lady’s funeral and that truly pained her so

But her feet would not stop dancing and with them she had to go.

They carried her asleep, they carried her awake.

Through hedges and through houses, churches and mountain slope,

Across valleys and rivers she was desperate and lost all hope.

One night she came upon a cottage of a wood cutter and his wife

She begged him so to chop off her feet and she would repay them all her life.

At first the wood cutter did not want to comply with her will

But his wife could see the poor girl’s state she looked so tired and ill.

her severed feet

They gave her a strong drink then the wood cutter chopped off her feet,

The shoes jumped up and danced still as if they were still living  feet.

They bound her stumps and soothed her till sleep came to claim

Her as her shoes and feet danced out the door.

Karen was true to her word she staid and help the wood cutters wife

She was no longer proud or vain she prayed  and lived a righteous life.

The wood cutter and his wife began to love Karen and she began to love them to.

As a token of thanks the wood cutter made her wooden feet with shoes,

He also made her crutches to help her get around,

She was very grateful as her shoes and feet had gone no where to be found.

Having missed her benefactor’s funeral Karen decided she wanted to go to church and pray,

To say good bye to her dear friend but the same thing happened every day!

As soon as she approached the church the red shoes and her feet blocked the way.

Each day she returned in tears the wife would comfort her,

She knew the poor girl had such a lot to bare.

One day while sitting praying an angel came her way

He lifted her up in his arms and gently carried her away.

In the arms of the angel

He took her to the church , he commanded her shoes to go away,

He gentle put her in a pew and left her there to pray.

She prayed for her forgiveness, she prayed for her benefactors soul

She prayed for her poor mother she prayed to be made whole.

The angel smiled and told her some things are not to be asked for

Just then she saw her mother and the old lady standing at the door.

Before she realized it she was up and running to their side

She was so very happy her heart was bursting from the inside.

The angel, her mother and the old lady too,

Ascended up to heaven. Karen was delighted to be reunited with ones she loved and her feet    … minus her shoes.

The Stars Are Falling

The  stars  are  falling  from the  skies

I have  to catch  them all

If they  hit  the earth another hope dies

Help  me catch  them, they must  not fall

 

The  stars  are  falling  from the  skies

Turning  the  horizon many  colours

It is  so dazzling we are all memorized

All caught up watching for  hours on hours.

 

Falling Stars

Stars  are  falling  from the sky

I have to catch them all

Return them from whence they used  to fly

Help  me please  we cannot  let  them fall.

 

Stars are  falling  from the skies

We must  catch  them all

We must count them so not one dies

We must  count  them not one  must  fall

The Dream Catcher

Every night while we all sleep

Across the lake her nets she casts deep

But it is not fish but our dreams

Our hopes, needs and all our schemes.

 

Secret birds of the night

Spy her whilst on their endless flight.

Why does she spend every night

Endeavoring our dreams to hold tight.

 

She is waif like she is fair ,

She is heart broken and full of disrepair .

Why does she always cast her net at night

Shying away from us all and avoiding all light.

 

Secret birds of the night

Spy her whilst on their endless flight.

Why does she spend every night

Endeavoring our dreams to hold tight.

 

Once like us she walked in the light

This was before she was condemned to endless night.

She had a lover who she worshiped and adored

Yet he betrayed and left her though she wept and implored.

 

Secret birds of the night

Spy her whilst on their endless flight.

Why does she spend every night

Endeavoring our dreams to hold tight.

 

Anger and jealousy beset her she could not live

She could not breath or think without her lover

In rage she sort him out and she did discover

He was wrapped in the legs and arms of another.

 

Secret birds of the night

Spy her whilst on their endless flight.

Why does she spend every night

Endeavoring our dreams to hold tight.

 

She cut them deep, she bled them dry

And as she did all she could do was cry.

She screamed at the Sun to no longer shine on her

She begged the Night to keep her and never let this hurt reoccur

 

Secret birds of the night

Spy her whilst on their endless flight.

Why does she spend every night

Endeavoring our dreams to hold tight.

 

 

The God of love and goodness took pity on her

Set her to fishing for dreams and hopes her soul to repair.

So this endless task is hers,  never to be free

Of all the hopes and dreams that escape from you and me

 

 

Secret birds of the night

Spy her whilst on their endless flight.

Why does she spend every night

Endeavoring our dreams to hold tight.

 

 

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