June Sixteenth
On some occasions, I leave
My old boss once told me that if I could think of doing anything else, I should. However, she said, if I woke up with the dawn, knowing that the field was the only place I could be… well then.
Loving the millions is the only thing I was made for. I know that now.
I like to believe that I am genuine. I want to be a woman of my word. I am the person God created me to be when I am serving on the field. To do anything else would be an affront to the calling. I am so certain of this that the present eludes me.
On crossing this violent ocean
Last I crossed these waters it was to celebrate death. I come to the end of the journey, make amends with the land of my birth, revisit the ancient monuments that led me to You. I am disquieted. The closer proximity veils my heart with questions - I have become a stranger to my own customs.
The water beneath is dark and still, hiding the hollowed out whispers of things long forgotten. A nation of dreamers - and one of them me. In retracing my steps, I notice the colours beginning to change. Things once familiar seem altered, wide-scale. I watch in wonder.
Yet be my peace when my soul is torn by the distance I stand now from

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