Every day unfurls as it must, with time being the flag bearer. No-one felt this more than Ellen, who at the age of one hundred had witnessed many unfurling's.
Ellen still had all her marbles, and she appreciated each and every day that GOD had given her. People marveled at her joyful attitude and often remarked that others could learn a thing or two from her happy longevity.
So, what was her secret, people would ask at every birthday milestone.
Ellen would smile and reply that it wasn't really a secret at all. Rather it was knowing that she was deeply loved by Jesus, her Saviour.
Ellen passed away on her one hundred and third birthday. Funnily enough, flags were unfurled all through the town at her passing but not at half-mast. Instead, they flew vigorously in unison as if angels were fanning the flags with their wings...
Lisa, at dverse poets, has given us today's prompt, which is to pen a prosery of 144 words, not counting the title.
We must incorporate the line 'every day unfurls as it must' which is from: Poem copyright©2021 by Adrienne Su, “Oolong” from Peach State, (University of Pittsburgh Press, 2021)
Here is the link to dverse poets: Every Day Unfurls
Your end line is so joyful and grateful. A beautiful story in total.
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Thank you so much, Gillena! When writing prosery I am never quite sure how it is going to end, until the last minute! :D
DeleteI appreciate Ellen's answer to the "secret" to her happy longevity :)
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DeleteEllen possessed a beautiful soul. The last line show the angels are happy to welcome her soul back. Love what you did with the prompt line, Carol
ReplyDeleteThanks, Lisa and thanks for the cool prompt!
DeleteThe knowledge she possessed is beautiful indeed. My great-grandmother lived to be 102 before she went to be with Jesus.
ReplyDeleteThat's wonderful, Melissa!
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