Work

From rushing understreams of sleep, Dana Conner rises before dawn to go to work, just as his father had before him, as they had for many generations past.

Ninety-three now, he never retired decades ago when they offered. The two century-old foundry where the town and his family worked just saw him return each morning after steady morning, as if no years and decades had ever passed at all. Conner loved his job, his routine, blessed with his devoted wife, his four children and eleven grandkids. Conner trusted the unquestioned goodness of God, the enduring grace gifted to his life.

From silent waters of streams completing their course, tracing back to their sacred source, Dana Conner rises to go to work one last time in kind, only a still body left behind.