Monday, May 9, 2011

Made of Stone

There it sits. The stone figure from the Otherworld. It taunts me with its beauty. The magnificent doves in my master's hand...they are a lie. It is all a lie. Except for His likeness. And there are birds. Only they are savage, evil things. Meant to keep their master's subjects in line. Like me. Only I escaped. To the beautiful human world where my violent skills don't matter. They aren't needed for a power crazed master. Because He is not here.

But now the thing taunts me. My master, with His closed loving eyes and soft fingers. This is not Him. This is not my master. This figure looks holy, wonderful, magnanimous.

He is not my master. He will never be again.

Inspired by Magpie Tales.

http://magpietales.blogspot.com/2011/05/blog-post.html
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9 comments:

  1. Brian MillerMay 9, 2011 at 11:19 PM

    powerful statement...and on some level i am glad you escaped such a master...

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  2. Arian TejanoMay 10, 2011 at 3:08 AM

    Yes, it's only a presence in stone. Great!

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  3. Tess KincaidMay 10, 2011 at 12:41 PM

    No one should be master over another.

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  4. UnknownMay 10, 2011 at 4:34 PM

    And the escape to which you point is a wondrous and rightful thing. Great tale.

    http://www.kimnelsonwrites.com/2011/05/09/courage-in-my-cup/

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  5. Linda Bob Grifins Korbetis HallMay 10, 2011 at 10:21 PM

    cute message.

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  6. AliciaMay 10, 2011 at 10:41 PM

    Thank you everyone for taking the time to comment.

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  7. MartinMay 11, 2011 at 3:37 AM

    You've given us a lot to think about, here. Nicely written.

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  8. TrellissimoMay 12, 2011 at 1:59 PM

    Otherworld? Hmmm...

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  9. Steve IsaakMay 19, 2011 at 12:57 PM

    I love the defiant tone of this.

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