The fresh scent of pine had won over her senses long ago. She felt the green and knew all of her mute yet weighty desires to be answered. The heaviness of the city she itself from her like water as she danced among the trees. She existed off of the aroma while her spirit rose to heights anew and soared there. She would have been content then, but there was still more in that forest of glory and the morn had only just shed soft light.
The living air sighed past her like so many threads of silk. With every step and every breath her laugh became more wild. Zephyrs which were the foundations for eagles' wings dove down from heaven to grace the forest. The delight she found from them poured form her lips in song. How could it be any better, she asked entranced by the gift, but she knew more than the caress of the sky and more still then the perfume of the earth.
The stillness in the thrushes spoke poetry to her even as water trickled reverently in its stream. The wind's breath stirred the trees to their whispering life and they shared sweet secrets with her. The soft call of the mourning dove enhanced the feeling, welling in her spirit. Then the joy of the morning burst forth coupled with his companion, who is peace like a river. My cup is full, she declared, I cannot take any more in. Yet more there was for creation is no so empty to make known Him part way.
The trumpet of the dawn lit upon the forest there and revealed greater greens and deeper blues like so many gems to her awed eyes. Sparkling in the lake was a treasury made for her, and in the leaves and blades of grass stood captured a beauty beyond knowledge. The great blueness above joined with the earth beneath in their dance of light and dark to remind her of the dew. Just as the dew refreshed all the animals and brought life to so many plants, so did all creation fall like dew to her tired soul. For her there was nothing left but to cry and the tears were lovelier than all the blazes of the sun to He who did for her all this and more.
It was then she asked in her relief, gratefulness, and confusion... Why, why for one as I? For what reason would you create knowing we would deny? How come you toiled and spun with the knowledge of our treason? And all the answer she ever got and all the answer there ever was also happened to be in the great big sky.
Why? Because, and love.
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2 comments:
Very cool, V! It seems so unlike your previous stories (not that they weren't cool...they seemed to have different purposes).
I actually wrote this with someone in mind. A friend of mine from NY, who sent me a postcard of the place I'm writing about. She said she was at peace so I decided I would try to write about what being at peace would be like.
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