The boat lists in the crystal sea, tipping lower into the clear water. Sand on the seafloor shimmers as sunlight kisses it with ripples. A gossamer vine waves in an underwater breeze as a hand streams through the water — gentle, pale, smooth.
Laughter like wind chimes.
She is finally at rest. Finally she breathes freely and deeply.
Finally, she laughs with joy at the beauty of sky and cloud and sand and sea.
She is freed from her chains, and her arms are free from the marks, the indentations of the iron bands which once held her prisoner.
— iva m
[While this is yet to be fulfilled, I know that the Lord has secured her release.]
[originally written August 26, 2016]
