A time gone by
The stone streets weave through a patchwork of tall buildings seemingly sewn together stacking person on top of person. The sounds of laughter, arguments, and love making fill the darkening air. “Try his blanket, he always seems to go down easiest when he has that.” A compassionate but stern voice instructs a young woman holding a fussing toddler. “Yes” a name is spoken but garbled by the sounds of the toddlers fussing. The young woman walks away briskly to do as she was instructed. *** An inked feather is lifted from the vellum it was perviously writing on the image was clear and now gone in a flash. What does it mean to be remembered? What does it mean to have justice? Where can you find repentance? When is enough enough? This was just the beginning of the important work that needed to be done.