A young woman weeps
Celestial Madonna
The mother of faith

A mother’s tears fall
The young woman is pregnant
Madonna alone

Madonna crying
A mother grieves in darkness
Young woman with child

A young woman wails
The Madonna becoming
The mother of hope

Mother is moaning
A young woman hides her pain
Madonna of life

Madonna of groans
The mother’s dreams crash in waves
The young woman’s fate

Young woman rising
Madonna of dust and sand
The loving mother

Mother of the wind
A young woman praying, Ru’ha
The blind Madonna

Madonna breathing
Mother whispers to her child
The young woman speaks
She is the stranger
The girl is an alien
Her child illegal

She has no recourse
No standing before the law
They are refugees

The mother and child
Our salvation is with them
In being with them

Emergence 3.0 – Section Six, The Empire; Part Thirty-eight, General; Chapter Two, Yeoman

Emergence 3.0
A Novel – In One Page per Day
Day 275, Tuesday
October 2nd, 2018

Chapter Two: Yeoman

He was a brilliant combat engineer.

He was as fearless as he was tireless.

He risked everything for his comrades, falling back on the instinct and experience that had made him the greatest rebel commander in memory.

Now he turned his guns on rebels throughout the Empire. He was relentless when called to be, and merciful when he could be.

After one year in combat they pulled him off the line, the Collective loved his heroism, but feared for his life.

Continuum did not want to see him in hand to hand combat.

He was brilliant, but displayed too much gallantry.

There were too many moments in which he hesitated, giving his opponent a chance to surrender before the kill.

He volunteered for every mission. Sometimes entering two or three engagements in a single week.

When he was wounded he went to hospital, got sewn up and returned the next day for duty.

His life was now the armed forces. He pursed his duties like he had in the bureaucracy. He was single minded and focused, determined to set an example for everyone he served with, to his commanders, and to all of the people he knew were watching his life through the Imperial networks.

He believed that his life had been spared for a reason, and he had been given longevity so that he could fulfill it.

If the Gods wanted him dead they would take him. If they wanted him alive they would spare him.

He thought nothing of it.

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