Little nicks in the gold

by CRAFTY KEN   Feb 10, 2019

Little nicks in the gold

As I was spinning my old gold wedding ring, I noticed its many nicks. It had been over fifty years since the Bride slipped it on my finger, I thought, if each nick told a story, there would be tales of pain and glory, from our days of old.

After I had dozed off, in my dream my ring was spinning on a shimmering glass like blue sea, the nicks were shooting beams, each one became a picture, the wonderful day, when the love of my life came my way, a wedding by the Bay.

The balm and bliss of my dream held me in its mystical sway, I could not awake or pull away, show me more, I did say. The clouds parted, a light brighter that the Sun shone upon me, I looked down and it was a baby that I did see. Our son, but he wasn’t going to be the only one. A picture of an Operating room appeared, after some push, push, blow blow, and lots of action below, my head began to swirl, a tiny cry, wrapped like a mummy,
I handed our little baby girl to her surprised mommy.

*Pictures of Planes, Ships, and Trains appeared, a collage of all the vacation places we had seen, especially, Paris in April when the Maples along the Seine turn green.
Then a very dark picture appeared, much weeping I heard in my ears, death’s carnage through the years, then a soft voice whispered like the sound of a gentle evening wind, don’t linger here my dear, go back, and live many more years.

Suddenly, I was wide awake, a wonderful smell was in the air, the wife was baking a banana cake. I slipped into the kitchen, just in time to hear her whine; My cake flopped! I gave her a big hug, and said don’t worry honey, that won’t affect the taste! I said; come quickly, the Sun is about to set, and I want to tell you about my dream, and my gold ring, when you hear it, you will sing, we have a wonderful life, and the best is yet to come, promised by a very special one.

*This poem is based upon a true story, except for the dreams. Jesus had said; I have come that you may have LIFE (Everlasting) and that, more abundantly.

Author Ken
February 10, 2019


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  • 5 months ago

    by Milly Hayward

    All those wedding rings out there all tell a story. Yet how often do we sit and take a look and remember. What a lovely tale that reminds us all to take a look at those nicks once in a while. Much love Milly x

    • 5 months ago

      by CRAFTY KEN

      Thanks Milly, your lovely comments are like apples of silver in frames of gold.