Acacia Trifling

Ron Koppelberger

Acacia Trifling

The seclusion of breaches and kindred caste, a placid mystery of charm and a countenance of natural strength possessed. The refined gloss of passage and the disposition of sister Acacia. She found order in the evening sky charged and pure, wise and in peculiar trifles of innocence. She untangled the alabaster rosary and prayed. The waves of rolling grain heeded the tender courtship with god as her angel responded in the remedy of welcome and yearning chance.
She arranged the rosary around her neck in passage from the darkness of ancient malady, death to the nascent sum of god’s fruition. The footfalls stitched the seam in heartfelt challenge and fulfillment. She measured the spirit of quest and exclaimed, “Attend, align, push the light courtesies of expectation and birth, the city without sin, the city of sinless revelation.” The waves of wheat and amber grain rolled on endlessly guarding the path and way.