Friday Fictioneers: Like ocean fog or the scent of summer bonfires burnt at night.

Aaaand back again for Friday Fictioneers! :)
  

copyright Claire Fuller

copyright Claire Fuller

Everything falls.

This is the truest lesson we learned from the ancient wooden pews, our thighs glued to them with sweat and our eyes hazy with incense and exhaustion: Everything falls.

Woman. Man. Children. Humanity.

Paradise.

The leaves outside. The shingles on the unrepaired roof. A gargoyle, once, from the church’s tower, years and years before.

Everything is heavy and heady with sin, even here, like ocean fog or the scent of summer bonfires burnt at night.

We sin, and we fall, and as we fall we learn.

You can’t see from so high up above, after all.

  

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14 thoughts on “Friday Fictioneers: Like ocean fog or the scent of summer bonfires burnt at night.

  1. You’ve obviously worked hard on this. It’s really poetic. And it’s a great thought that you have to have been through the mill, stripped naked, before you start getting things right All beautifully put.

  2. Dear Jacey,

    I enjoyed your meditation on the things that fall. Sounds as though you’ve had your shaare and learned the most important thing….keep rising.

    Aloha,

    Doug

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