”When time and distance stand between”
Original DDE™ art: “Heart’s Confession” by: rob kistner © 1/19/26
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Mist drifted through the old orchard as Jeremy observed his breaths, each one a heartfelt apology lifting from his chest. He believed memory lived in the soil, that every footstep conjured the past. Tonight he walked barefoot, letting cold earth speak. Near the center row of trees, he buried a jar of confessions, folded slips of regret, folded prayers.
The moon hovered like a listening ear. He knelt and murmured, “bury me with the lies I’ve told”. The sentence floated upward, a fragile moth of sound — carried on his breath. Jeremy felt lighter, as if truth were not a blade but a doorway. Wind threaded the branches, braiding silver through leaves.
He imagined his future self finding this relique, smiling bittersweetly at the memories. Forgiveness, he decided, was a season, not an event — something that ripened slowly. Fruit after frost, waiting to be gathered.
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rob kistner © 1/15/26
Fantastic !!!
Much love
Thank you do much Gillena, sincerely! 🙂
Rob, a poignant piece of writing. Good way for him to let go of his self-punishment. I love this line:
“Jeremy felt lighter, as if truth were not a blade but a doorway. Wind threaded the branches, braiding silver through leaves.”
I also like the concept of forgiveness ripening slowly.
Thank you Lisa. I think that is tge truth about forgiveness. The full measure takes some time.
A poignant Prosery piece indeed, Rob, I love how you set the scene with so few words and the burying of ‘a jar of confessions, folded slips of regret, folded prayers’ – I might try that – and the idea that forgiveness is ‘a season, not an event — something that ripened slowly. Fruit after frost, waiting to be gathered.’
Thank you kim… 🙂
The confessions (both truths and lies) is easier to understand when they are clear and written down… and bury them might be part of the process….
Beautifully written, Rob. Sometimes that is what one needs to do to move forward. Bury the sins and forgive themself to move forward.
Thank you Dale. 🙂 I would believe more often than not —lest we remain stuck in time.
A beautiful story, Rob!
Thank you Merril… 🙂