|152 Bennett Street
Author: Kate Marshall PM
The bell tolls its blessing. Poetry prose.Rated: Fiction K - English - Words: 131 - Reviews: 7 - Favs: 1 - Published: 01-30-10 - Status: Complete - id: 2769797
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152 Bennett Street
I believe that if a place can be cursed, another can be blessed. The numbers on the doorpost stamp our house with an identity; they ward off night and pull in the lost - pull in the wayfaring, shipwrecked souls into a kind tide, one with welcoming and ushering arms in the middle of an obscure tempest. I hear sweet words around this house. The wildflowers outside never die, and the souls of the saints who lived here never left; their prayers are embedded in the woodwork, in the very framework. The air is light, and the church next door smiles kindly at us. The bell tolls its blessing.
a/n. Pay no mind to the street name because I just picked it. (Bennett: Latin for benedictus, meaning blessed.)