”Faith from Ruin” last time ~ Reasons
” Still round the corner there may wait, A new road or a secret gate.’ ” Ida’s softly etched face smiled at Frank then Clara as she explained.
“I found that quote years ago. Do you know Tolkien? Oh of course you do. Well he wrote more than a story about a Hobbit and a merry band of misfits lookin’ for a ring. His poetry is magical. At a place in my life this quote brought me much comfort and today I’m giving it to you.”
Clara’s eyes pooled and spilled over as a deep sob escaped. Her lowered head swayed while she spoke.
“The last few months in Allentown were hell. No one knew what Shane was like. They all loved him. I didn’t have support from my family or friends. No one believed me!”
Ida crossed the room, retrieve tissues from the window sill, handed them to Clara while Frank squeezed her hand.
“When I found you guys, it was, just too good to be true. I’m not sure how I deserve the goodness you’ve given me . . . us. We . . . I don’t know how we will ever repay you. It’s almost too much.”
Her head dropped onto crossed armed and she wept.
Ida stood, put her arm across Clara’s back, and urged her to stand.
“Frank, you keep little Lucy entertained for a bit. Dear, let’s get some fresh air.”
The screen door slapped the door jam as they walked away from the back of the motel. Ida led her toward the greenness of the awakening farm fields where a furrowed double track country road began. There was a sharp edge to the air and the vividness of a thunderstorm brewing in the west.
“Honey, your road began when you left Allentown. Brand new, your future in front of you. Drove blindly in a direction and God’s hand led you here. To us.”
She swept Clara’s hand into both of hers and continued.
“You are our gift too. We missed out on kids and grandkids. It wasn’t in God’s plan.”
The brittle old straw rustled and swished beneath their feet and a brief silence held them.
“But we always had each other and I’ve never regretted the road I chose.”
Ida stopped and faced Clara. With heartfelt sincerity she pressed on.
“We have a chance to make a difference Clara and in this short time we’ve grown to love you and little Lucy. We want to help however we can even if it’s just a little room, babysitting and dinner every night while you get on your feet.”
A smile teased the corner of Clara’s mouth and with both hands she scrubbed away the tears. She turned and looked down the long Iowa country road that disappeared in the distance.
“Ida, I promise, I won’t take advantage. I accept your gift. Lucy and I have found a new family. I’m ready to walk through that secret gate.”
Sometimes you have to slap your muse around and kick her in the shins to get things moving. This long spell of missing inspiration had to come to an end and sometimes you just need to do it. Start writing.
I found the wonderful Tolkien quote along with the photograph at Write On Edge. Their prompt gave me 500 words to work with and I pried out a new post for Faith from Ruin.
I liked the lyrics in Metallica’s song “Nothing Else Matters” but decided to find a good cover. This one by Lissie fit the bill perfect! The song sung by a woman seemed appropriate, and honestly? She kills it! Might like it better than the original.