One Thousand Years
Genesage
“a rose by any other name"
(Chp 8:5)
"I do not know why he is here. I came when I felt the death in the Land."
The Golden Horse stated with the voice of an ArchAngel. It was non-emotive but felt like a court clerk reading a verdict. At least to Thomas it felt that way which was odd. Though the voice was no different to Caleb he thought it sounded like a concerned Father more than a powerful winged force for God.
Both men were witness to the same event. Both “saw” and “heard” two different “takes” on the same event.
Thomas felt odd being talked about in the third person. He didn’t like it. He didn’t have anything to say, but he didn’t like it. Not really knowing what to say he was not sure he would have had a response anyways. Still it felt weird being ignored. Worse still not even using his name.
It was interesting to him to see the discussion going on. A part of his mind he felt like a spectator watching a movie rather than the actual person they were referring to. He stabbed the fire and a few sparks leapt up as he thought about what was being said. No one reacted to the fire at all.
Caleb was glad to be ignored. He was taking it all in. He could “sense” Thomas was uncomfortable, but his fascination for the events and the horses had all his attention now.
Thomas was thinking.
He would never have committed murder. That wasn’t his nature. Or he didn’t think it was. What if it had been a family member….like….like…he didn’t want to go there. He didn’t want to think about THAT.
Besides He would never have raped anyone or anything.
How could it be rape? He was innocent, he didn’t know. He hadn’t understood. A part of his mind kept rationalizing and said to him, it was just a rose bush.
You used to grow them and prune them. You have cut them and put the flowers in the vase. It was just a rose bush, just a bush, just….,
Rose.
Somehow his thoughts were little comfort because he knew…there was more to Rose.
"I followed the crying out of the Earthkin till I arrived to its Source.
The stones here cried out in sorrow.
This where it occurred.
I did not know what.
I came to see"
The Golden ArchAngel, the winged horse walked back to the herd.
Moving in the midst of them, talking to them, and in some ways he seemed to appeal to them. The outer circle was unbroken. Though large and out of sight, the archangel walked always at the edge of light and dark. Speaking to those Thomas and Caleb could not see.
Though he moved farther away his voice was still loud and clear.
He was easy to be heard.
I found Rose.
She is gone.
What is left is here.
She is gone.
She is…
Dead.
Thomas never heard the word “dead”. He felt it. Inside a part of him died. A memory, a sweetness, a sensitivity to the essence of what He remembered Rose as suddenly dried up inside him like branches become dry and lifeless.
About that time coincidentally Thomas poked the fire and sparks flew up.
He looked at the stick he had been using and quickly cast the branch into the fire as when he looked at it he could only see Rose there.
He felt the death.
“A Dying in the Land of the Living.”
The golden horse had some emotion but Thomas could not put a finger on it. It wasn't sorrow per se and the statements were matter of fact as opposed to great mourning. Yet they didn't feel dispassionate.
It was almost as though there was an acceptance of the facts and a determination was on the agenda. It was a contrast to the emotion Rose felt or emoted. Not opposite, just different, something else entirely but Thomas not sure what.
Rose.
Just a bush, dead. He had killed her. He had raped her. Just a bush, just a bush , just a bush, just, Rose.
Thomas was busy with his litany, over and over again.
He had to keep telling himself that she was just an inanimate object, she could not be real. If she was real than he was guilty of…, but no, no, NO.
She was not real, she could not be real, it wasn't possible.
It was a cruel hoax, a dream, a nightmare, this wasn't real, she isn't real, she's just a bush, just a bush..,
She’s gone.
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