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| "I would give all of me for just one word
For the lilt of your voice to be once again heard I would give all of my love For it is you who is only deserving of.........." and the words "deserving of" repeated over and over after mine. "Can you hear me.....can you hear me calling you......,"Dan somehow had appeared with his geometric prism beside me..... "Can you hear me calling with a love which is true? Can my love give you a voice which is born anew? Can you hear my love calling out for you?.........."Dan's voice trailed off into the night in desperate hope.....and softly at first the echo came back........"Can you hear my love calling out for you?"....over and over.....his voice at first.....but then the voice of a woman......a voice soft like curtains flowing in the breeze...... She came on the evening's breath......the trees whispered of her.......the leaves chattered her coming......the pools danced in her presence........the sound of her was like a hind leaping into the silence of being.......and then she was there......really there. If there ever was the definition of a princess....it was her.....she seemed to glow as the light of the moon...and her being was radiant like the stars......but her quiddity was somehow the sound of the coloration of pink....the sound of a lady....the sound only those in heaven know that colors actually sing the praises of beauty in the feminine form. I felt a stranger between them.........Dan I pitied so for he looked as if his emotions were rending him in as many facets as the gem he was. He wanted to run to her......He wanted to flee not wanting to face she would reject all he was....and perhaps turn him into an echo which would forever call like a dove in a lonesome wind which blew from the north on nights when sleep fled before the tears of the heart. She though simply drew him in......she was pure warmth and this was not fascination for a gentleman.....nor gratefulness for the rescuer who never forgot the poetry of her and beckoned her back.....this was a glow from the heart which instills belief in a man that his purpose is only defined in the adoration of his loving wife. "I'm Dan," he said quietly with no confidence. "Dan.........," she echoed him breathing confidence to the aspirations of his heart. "I did this for you......all of this....the flowers....the garden.....the art.....the prose....the hummingbirds ....the butterflies.....the bees........all God's creations for the celebration of His most special gift to the world......a woman," Dan said sounding most awkward as men do. She listened .....her eyes glistened as she beheld the love of this garden creation for her. "God inspired me to solve the tree of life.....to give you back your life to live......Hera and all the pretenders are gone....they lost the poetry which breathed them to life.....only you remain....only you inspire the poetry of the Light of Life in me......," Dan continued. She exhaled and looked sad....and drifted away to the pool.....looking back at him....and called out, "How can that which is attenuate ever be strengthened to overcome the curse of my oblivion?" "There is a God," Dan said assuredly, "A God beyond gods Whose Words overcome curses of mere pretenders.....His Wisdom directs.....His garden restores.......His knowledge fortifies you here now in His tree of Life....and His blessing will breathe you to life again." "Where is this God that I may live?," she asked hopefully and yet not wanting to believe. "He is everywhere," Dan said with a smile. |