Imagine your old mate who left under the cloud of perfidy, abandonment.
Far, far away, but now returning home.
She/he did not inform you of this return.
Doubts assailing her/his mind, as they journey home; What if……..?????
I get rejected, he/she has another?????
Walking this road of return, they spot a cross way at the end of the road. That’s new. There was never a Cross there.
Haply the mind makes of it a sign. Telling them (the sign is) that all will be forgiven, all is well. Perhaps a temporary hope is ignited in the breast.
Then as your wayfaring love approaches the cross, they break down trembling in tears for it is not a cross.
No, it is you, yes you, the love left behind, the one betrayed, standing there with arms open wide having always been there waiting, hoping for their return.
Inspired by an old Bolero.
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Or you can contact these folk; Rev. Bob Schembre (Missouri), or Ministerio APG (My Brother, Pastor Angel L. Oquendo, Spanish and English, Florida) both on Face Book.