A Ferry Tale.

once upon a time in Death and Life…….

I am walking, barefoot, gown flowing, through the damp grass. I can feel the cool blades yielding and tickling my toes with each step. I am being gently led towards the lake by an unseen hand. The island of all my dreams is becoming clearer in my field of vision. It looks so beautiful — peaceful and still. I will be happy here, I know it, I have always known it.

As I reach the water’s edge and approach the wooden jetty I see a boat but it has no oars and there is no-one waiting nearby to row it for me.

What happens when there is no ferry man to pay? I have my ‘gold coin’ clasped ready in my hand yet am I destined to remain a living ghost, walking restlessly upon the land?

“Maybe it’s not yet your time”, I hear the words and realise that I have not yet left my physical body. Whoever is speaking to me, I can hear their words and understand them more and more clearly as my beautiful island, resplendent in its clear light, starts to fade away…

© Kerry Jane Rider 20th August 2021