Time
An unwelcome character has been knocking on my door since June
Frap, frap, frap!!
Hello? I respond, wearily.
Hello Rachel. It's time, he whispers.
I slam the door in his face and tell him he's crazy and I'm not ready.
Over months, he keeps knocking. And each time I answer, we speak a little bit longer.
Gradually, I find the courage within myself to face the dreaded words - re entry, transition, leaving.
How could I leave this beloved country?
When will I be back?
Why now? I'm just getting good at this thing.
And yet the Father of Time continues to knock gently and speak tenderly.
Finally I ask:
Father Time- will I make it?
Will this whole transition be okay?
What about all the people I love and care for?
You'll be okay. Better. stronger. But not until you rest, heal, re-integrate.
I have good plans for you. I am preparing you for something great.
I love all of my children. I love all humankind. I will care for your friends. I will watch over them and protect them.
Ok Father.
.... but are you sure it's time?
Yes, my dear. It's time. I will carry you.
It's time to care for your heart for a while....
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