Covenant
Amy E Payne
When I began this piece, the seasons were changing, and summer was on her way to the other side of the world. Each morning, I heard the geese fly above my roof in larger and larger numbers, readying themselves to head south in the face of winter’s approach. In the cacophony of their honking as they passed overhead, it sounded like each goose was trying to have his or her own say. Glorying in the sound of their own voices, so to speak. But, actually, those geese were talking together. They had a long journey before them, fraught with nature and man. High in the air, their honking was not grandstanding, rather their way of staying connected, encouraging one another in the arduous journey of moving their lives forward. Are you there? I am here. Are you here? Yes, I am. We are here. We are here.
There’s an urgency to oncoming fall in a northern place like this, and it’s held in the timber of their calls. In this particular season, our bodies and spirits have the opportunity to come together with special resonance. A resonance around meaning. And truth. In this season I, too, felt a call. Unexpected, unwanted, but clear.
You see, there are lots of messages about God and abortion. Most of them, maybe all of them, are the same. But this is my story. And it’s different.
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