CrazyOrchDork

               “Protect Rodina,” we chanted together, “God preserve Thy people.” The churches were brimming with people, all praying for strength, for the motherland, for her people, and for justice. Candles were lit everywhere, flickering in time to our hushed whispers and murmured pleads. We sang for tomorrow, we listened to the pleads of the pastors and bishops, and we knew what had to be done.                “Protect Rodina,” we chanted together, “God pre

 As we sailed into the abyss of the night, we stared upon the stars that glimmered above us and reflected brightly off of the dark sea. Everything was bathed in ancient silver, light whose journey may have begun when life itself had started in our little world. It was frightening to imagine such immense distances, and fleetingly I wondered if death kept the living and the past souls so separated, eons away with no possibility of reconnection. But I dismissed the thought as soon as it came. The ones I’d let go may have been in a different place, our realms not only separated by untouchable dimensions, but perhaps years and centuries, yet