Levi worked at his Blacksmith shop from 6:00 a.m. to 6:00 p.m., seven days a week; (with an hour lunch). However, on Sunday morning during the church service, some of the townsfolk complained that too much noise came from his shop. … But instead of going to my father, the town council held a special meeting, after which, the mayor banned Levi from working on Sunday. Levi unwillingly agreed and then did what any dedicated, hard-working, blacksmith would do… just past midnight on Sunday, when Monday “technically” arrived, he began work — banging metal, hammering plow blades, making horseshoes, etc. Not long after, the townsfolk said that he may resume working on Sunday… and Levi, being the gentleman that he was, waited until noon, after Sunday services were concluded, before opening up his shop.
Step One: Gerald leaves the parlor and closes the door. Gerald enters the kitchen and fills a glass with water. Gerald re-enters the parlor. Step Two: Gerald leaves the parlor and closes the door. Gerald enters the kitchen and fills a glass with water. Gerald re-enters the parlor. Step Three: Repeat steps one and two. Add Ken taking notice. Step Four: Ken enters the parlor; he yells, “Fire! The parlor curtains are on fire!” Step Five: Speaking to my son. “Gerald, when you have a birthday, remember, it’s Mommy’s job to light the candles on your cake.”
Praying tonight, to find the light, of sunshine without shadow. It’s been as wrong, as the day is long, except for Colorado. She’s not grown old— or so I’m told— but on her life’s a shadow; no cure has been found the world around; not even in Colorado. The cancer has strength, and she’s failing at length, to rid a blackened shadow— Then… “My Child,” said He, “Please come to me, and leave your Colorado. Reach toward the Heavens across the moon, toward the valley without shadow. Come child, home,” our Lord replied. And she left her Colorado.