Vera Mae

Where did you go today, Vera Mae? She took off her apron and walked out the door, down the steps and crossed the street. She laid down on the velvet patch, clasped the blades between her fingers and stared at the blue canvas above. Where did you go today, Vera Mae? A tear tumbled down off her cheek, she prayed, “O God, are you there? If this is my lot, it’s well with my soul.” The crisp air hugged her cheeks and settled down deep in her lungs. “This is my lot and it is well.” Where did you go … Continue reading Vera Mae