I went for a walk and came upon a stone chapel in the woods. 

A young man was playing a guitar, and people were sitting on the floor and up in the balcony, smiling and drifting to the music.

It was a song of peace and reaching out in the darkness. 

It was a song of hope and people finally getting together. 

The song reached across space and time. 

The song echoed against the stone walls and reverberated through the years.

And years went by, oh, how the years went by, and the chapel was abandoned and the woods reclaimed the site. 

Still, the song resonates through the branches and is absorbed in the ivies.

The echo settles behind my eyes and between my temples, until only the peace remains. 

I discard the quotidian worries and hum a now-ancient tune.

Published by WarrenBluhm

Wordsmith and podcaster, Warren is a reporter, editor and storyteller who lives near the shores of Green Bay with his wife, two golden retrievers, Dejah and Summer, and Blackberry, an insistent cat. Author of It's Going to Be All Right, Echoes of Freedom Past, Full, Refuse to be Afraid, Gladness is Infectious, 24 flashes, How to Play a Blue Guitar, Myke Phoenix: The Complete Novelettes, A Bridge at Crossroads, The Imaginary Bomb, A Scream of Consciousness, and The Imaginary Revolution.

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