"See,
I am doing a new thing! Now it springs up; do you not perceive it?....”(Isaiah 43:19 NIV)
Come.
Let me show you something.
I told you that you are one in a million.
You are a gem, a rarity among your kind. How wonderful that you bring a
titillating sound to depths that were soundless, and thrilling bursts of light
to corridors fast asleep. You carry with you a series of complexities that are temporarily
suspended in exchange for this joyful rhapsody. Intriguing isn’t it?
Let me not digress.
Do you see us sitting on the sparse grass
with patches of dry earth that makes the terrain uneven and sore to sit on? I know
you feel that chilly breeze that whispers among the crowd as the sun sets into
the horizon and casts a kaleidoscope of color that enchants the atmosphere.
It’s a cloudless day. You gently shoo away the kids that are playing an asinine
game of whipping each other with rope after the rope whizzes too close to us.
We are sitting on our sweaters and are ready to dig into our food supplied by
the food trucks not too far behind. I can’t recall the last time I was at a
festival. And as we dig into our food, I can’t recall the last time I had a
meal so awful. You get up to get me a different meal. It’s a little better than
the last but not by much. You tease me for my pickiness but agree that it would
have been best if we had a meal elsewhere. We laugh, we tease, you touch my
cheek affectionately. I gently swat your hand away and you laugh some
more.
Getting up, we walk around, arms linked; I
nestle close to you, because even with a sweater on I want your body heat. It
gets a little chilly soaring at these heights.
We float away to a café and sit and
repartee for hours, our souls engaging in a dance that sends bursts of euphoria
through each of us. And with each effusion, our spirits come close, engaged in a
mystical dance that elevates our euphoria, transmitting signals and energy, exposing fear, casting out fear (for there is no freedom in fear), collecting information, analyzing…. I suppose it is within this intermingling of energy that, often, some feel an inexplicable connection, a
familiarity that spans decades in mere moments. It isn’t quite like that though.
But we are drawn to each other; yet, this cathexis hasn’t been as intoxicating. In
fact, it seems to draw reason and sense from the depths of our souls, whilst
permitting us to revel in its soulful rhapsody. It’s nice, isn’t it? You
kiss my forehead, and in the soft ambiance of the room, you whisper that you
like my smile.
We kiss outside under the canopy of the
enormous trees by the roadside. Nevertheless, there’s a roaring in the wind
that I must heed. It separates us. We cling to vain words and
explosive feelings, trying to control the wind as it creates a chasm between
us. Are you willing to die in order to
live? You take a step back.
Admittedly we are at a crossroads; our
paths must diverge. I smile at you; even
with this gulf between us I must smile. I stumbled into you, wondering why you
were in the middle of the road, and now I get to continue my path with a pocket
full of treasures I wasn’t even looking for.
“Do not forsake wisdom, and she will
protect you; love her and she will watch over you…. For we know that in all
things God works for the good of those who love him, who have been called
according to his purpose" (Prov 4:6, Rom 8:28 NIV).
