Traversing the Mountains

So sorry that the screen has been in want of a new post this week- I have been reading chapters upon chapters of a Victorian novel, studying Baroque painting, trying to wrap math theorems round my brain as I am sure I will never use this stuff in "real life", and best of all drinking in the unusual (for this time of year up north) wall-to-wall warm sunshine (I am sure that I now have enough vitamin D to make a milkshake!)  But I wanted to do some stream writing before the week is over, so here goes, using the prompt form The Gypsy Mama.

BRAVE.

go.

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Mountains high and valleys low

you trudged through the marsh and falling snow

on paths uncut-

you paved the way

for others to follow in the shadow

of your bravery.

At your husband's side

you embarked to the West

surely full of uncertainties

and questions that would not give your heart rest.

Would the savages have ears

for the saving Word?

You made it through

unbelievably impossible to do

thousands of miles of terrain

transversed on horse and foot

but through the Rockies you came

like the mountains of the spiritual task

now before you.

You and your loved one gave

your life, your words, your dreams, your days

poured forth to a red people

who did not yet know

that before them was served the words of Life

instead they took yours.

What of this bravery should I know?

~The life story of Narcissa Whitman                

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