A Light to Hear By

My light flickered near the outskirts of the castle grounds before dawn. An owl hooted. I felt closer to God in this space at the edge of the woods. But my heart felt lonely, even though most of my friends lived here.

A wind gust stirred anon and blew out the light. In order to see the path to the castle, I listened to the sounds made by the owl in its tree, farther and farther behind me as I walked.

Something from the forest’s perimeter clung to me. From whence did this ache come? Was it solely lonesomeness? It seemed to surpass all confines of time and place, and I carried it with me through the castle entrance.

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