Thursday, June 2, 2011
Sixty-two years is a long time. Did you always hold her hand the way you are right now? I wish I could see her with your eyes. When I look at her I see a frail, fragile woman, with wrinkles and sagging skin. I see an old woman confused, who doesn’t even remember that she’s in the hospital and still thinks it’s 1972. What do you see, when you look at her? Do you see the girl you married? The mother of your children? Your lover? I guess you think she’s still beautiful.
Did you know you’re making me cry?
The little fairy fingers in the little fairy grove are full of winsome mischief so it’s best to be careful. Don’t speak too loudly for they don’t like clamor. Don’t speak too softly either, for they don’t like being surprised. It’s best to come confident and calm, assured and aware. Don’t frighten them for the fairies are marvelous jokesters but it’s very hard for them when the joke’s on them. However, if you speak kindly and carefully, they may just peek out and giggle with you. It might help, as well, if you bring gifts.
Remember, they delight in avocados.
Wednesday, June 1, 2011
Show your colours. Show your bravery or cowardice. Show your mercy or judgment. Show grace or anger.
Raise up the flag on the mast. Define your allegiance. Tell me, stranger, who you are. Identify your side. It’s a war, soldier, and you can’t sit on the sidelines. Run up the white flag if those are your colours. Just remember, it’s hard to change sides in the middle of the battle, brother.
Hear the trumpet call and take up your arms. Because they’ll wrap you in those colours and ship you back to Eden when your number is called.
Twinkling lights, like a diamonds on the earth’s surface, sparkle up at me. The blues and the yellows shine forth against the darkness. They sparkle, wink. My heart sings with them, breaking in the midst of so much beauty.
It’s almost enough to make me forget that each house, just barely a pinprick from this height, represents a family. Each car, with their headlights illuminating just the tiniest bit in front of them, is at least one human life. Hello, all you people down there, with your diamond lights shining up at me. Do you know how beautiful you are?
No more the music plays. No more the audience laughs and weeps. No more the actors act. Empty is the auditorium, everyone is gone. And alone I sit upon the empty stage. Reliving and replaying the play that’s said and done. Stand I now, upon the stage, where the actors once did. And take I a gracious bow, with not but space to see. The clapping crowds and cheering multitude now have all gone home. But here I am upon the stage, bowing all alone. I spring off the stage, and run through the door.
The thick red curtain on the stage has fallen, once more.