Understanding

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I sat with him at the table. He offered me bread, a goblet of wine. After I partook he gave me a quill, some parchment, his smiling eyes encouraging me to write. Somehow the quill took over, gliding across the surface with ease. Before I knew it I was looking at a line of words I didn’t recognise. I looked up at him, his kind countenance pitying my ignorance.
“Try reading it again,” he said.
I looked down — suddenly the script made sense. “Reading what I have just written, I now believe.”
A gentle smile was pursing his lips.

Copyright Francis 2020

*dVerse Monday night Prosery

25 thoughts on “Understanding

  1. Very clever what you’ve done here: sometimes it’s hard to believe a that we’ve actually written something, and sometimes it’s hard just to believe. I think any act of creation is an act of faith, though we might not realise it till we look back over the words.

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