When time comes I will welcome the Messenger, if not the message. After all, I had a long life.
Inspired by Sue Vincent’s Thursday Photo Prompt
I know he will come, one day, or, better, one beautiful evening, a calm, unhurried flight punctuated, at dusk, by the black birds’ song, and, even, if I am lucky a nightingale’s.
They know me, they know I admire them, and they keep looking down at that fragile, elderly silhouette, on my walks. Time is soon, of that I have no doubt, for I have seen the signs. So, one of them, I am sure, will be the Messenger.
When time comes I will welcome the Messenger, if not the message. After all, I had a long life.
Auquel cas, retenir message et messager rendrait grâce au tant…
N-L
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