Mary E.Pearson

Journey’s end. The promise. The hope.

Tell me again, Ama. About the light.

I search my memories. A dream. A story. A blurred remembrance.

I was smaller than you, child.

The line between truth and sustenance unravels. The need. The hope.

She commanded, and the light obeyed. The sun, moon, and stars knelt and rose at her touch. Once upon a time …

Just as she had since the first time I saw her, she fascinated me, except that now I needed her like a raven needs the sky