a Slice of Life - Heavenly Bride
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  • Time 48m
  • Reads 74
  • Votes 14
  • Parts 14
  • Time 48m
Complete, First published Oct 15, 2024
In yonder quiet hamlet dwelleth a young man, Calem by name, who leadeth a life of modesty, ever balancing faith with heart's sorrow. He doth preside o'er a humble establishment of coffee and tea. Though he findeth contentment in his simplicity, Calem dost battle the specters of bygone love and the cruel rejection of a maiden whom he deemed forever beyond his grasp. His faith in the Almighty doth run deep, yet he doth harbor wariness 'gainst the structures of thou churches, finding solace in his own devout entreaties and penned musings. When Serena, a beguiling and enigmatic maiden, doth intrude upon his life, Calem's fate doth twist in unforeseen manner. Their tale unfoldeth as a rich tapestry of faith, love, and turmoil within, as they traverse the bonds of trust, the whims of destiny, and the quiet presence of God, guiding their every stride.
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O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done, The ship has weather'd every rack, the prize we sought is won, The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting, While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring; But O heart! heart! heart! O the bleeding drops of red, Where on the deck my Captain lies, Fallen cold and dead. O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells; Rise up-for you the flag is flung-for you the bugle trills, For you bouquets and ribbon'd wreaths-for you the shores a-crowding, For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning; Here Captain! dear father! This arm beneath your head! It is some dream that on the deck, You've fallen cold and dead. My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still, My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will, The ship is anchor'd safe and sound, its voyage closed and done, From fearful trip the victor ship comes in with object won; Exult O shores, and ring O bells! But I with mournful tread, Walk the deck my Captain lies, Fallen cold and dead. By: Walt Whitman ↜ I OWN NOTHING BUT MY OWN IDEAS AND CHARACTERS ↝