(The 3rd of 4…see Gone 2 and Gone the letter)
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Part 3…
An old reclusive aunt reaches out to her niece hoping to help her learn the truth about her family and herself.
Her niece makes the journey back to the family farm…a place she barely remembers. She has her new friend Arf to lead the way…
Should I pack up my belongings and travel down that road?
I couldn’t see another way to lighten up my load.
I wondered if they’d be there. This family I didn’t know.
When Arf and I walked through the gate, my steps began to slow.
Arf tried to hurry me along…then I heard a ringing bell.
The first thing he led me to was an old wishing well.
He pulled on a rope until a bucket reached the top.
He backed up to where I stood and let the bucket drop.
First I heard the whisper. Then I heard the bell.
“You can’t fill an empty bucket from an empty well.”
I heard the familiar whistling. The soft voice filled the air.
“If you want to get someplace, you have to leave nowhere.
You must escape the rope. Life on earth won’t last forever.
With a steady hand and prayer, you can put it all together.
Let your steps take you forward. You’re ready to move on.
Look back for just an instant to make sure you’re truly gone.”
What used to be the farmhouse was now more like a shack
I found a cot and fell asleep… too weary to unpack.
Early the next morning Arf walked over to a nook
When he returned, in his mouth he held a book.
Another message from my aunt? Arf began to pace.
I opened up the book and saw an unfamiliar face.
First I heard the whistle. Then I heard the bell.
I knew the woman in the book had a story to tell.
Those 70ish Girls 