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vasha -> please read this (6/30/2009 9:03:40 PM)
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One Last Time
A Story of Freedom
By Norische
Kneeling before her Master one last time, tears fall silently on her cheeks.
“Back straight, knees apart, hands behind the back, chin up, eyes down.” She heard her Master instruct her patiently, gentle but never weak. His voice whispered low and soft, so full of pride. She could always hear the pride in his voice whenever she served him well. As she listened to his voice her heart swelled, the sound of his voice made her tremble. His pride was her pride; her body was his body…to mold, to use, to have for as long as eternity existed.
Her heart burned at the thought that this is the last time she will ever have the honor to kneel before him. She tried so hard to keep her head up and remain in position but her heart would not allow it. Slowly her chin fell, slowly her heart fell, slowly ever so slowly her world fell. No hope. No love…the loneliness, oh the weight of it all. As her chin fell, her shoulders began to fall.
“Chin UP!” His orders echoed through her mind. Immediately her posture was corrected, her shoulders square, her chin up. Try as she may, she could not stop the tears. “Why Master? Why must I leave you?” she begged. Unable to refrain for one second more, her heart begged for answers.
“You have been my slave for 8 yrs now. Never once I have considered turning you away, not once have you given me a reason to. But today you must go, you may not stay with me any longer. You have been my pride, my hope and my faith for long enough. I cannot allow you to stay with me…you are free.”
She could hear the tears in his voice, even though she could not see his face. “I don’t want to be free. I am your slave, I wish no one else. I wish only to be with you. Please Master, I beg you let me come with you. I will do all that you ask, I will never disobey, never disappoint you…I promise.” Her words came out as sobs, no longer could she maintain her emotions.
“You have never disobeyed me, nor have you ever disappointed me. I do not release you because of something you have done, I release you because I love you.”
She felt his hand touch her shoulder, she could no longer stand the weight of her own body; she felt forward onto the soft earth, her cheek resting on the cold lifeless stone. Lying there her body shook as she sobbed. Fear! Loneliness! Confusion! Pain! Oh the Pain!
A gentle hand touched her, wrapping a jacket around her shoulders. It was Master’s brother, Thomas. He helped her to her feet and led her gently away. Looking over her shoulder one last time she saw him, tears fell from his eyes as he watcher her being led away. Standing there he looked so handsome, so strong…but his eyes told the truth.
She broke free and ran back to her Master, but he was not there. Only the cold heartless stone, met her embrace.
Jacob P. Farrington
1954
to
2003
Loved by All
Teacher to Many
Master to One
Thomas took her hands in his own and helped her rise, but her feet would not hold her.
Unable to move on her own, Thomas picked her up and carried her away from the grave, that which marked the end of her world; the end of everything that she once knew.
Free...what a terrifying thought.
Freedom… how could anything be so cruel.
Free…how she hated the sound of the word.
As with everything this is just my opinion, take what you will and leave the rest. If you would wish to read other writings I have them posted at http://groups.yahoo.com/group/Norisches_Quill/?yguid=99788111 .
Norische
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