what would it feel like??
well i don’t know. but maybe…
-the moving men had been carrying a piano and had gone up the stairs and were just about to fit it through the door and they dropped it. all into 3 million pieces. not to be rebuilt.
-a nicely prepared salad with the best caesar dressing all tossed-up and ready. then someone comes by and rewashes the lettuce. rinses off all the dressing. to “clean” the salad. not to be remade.
-two turtles off-shore swimming, enjoying the ocean, when BAMM!! a wave comes crashing in, sending them spinning and disoriented. gasping for breath. lost with sand in mouth. not to reunite.
-the train had been hooked up and going on just great―picking up speed and really getting somewhere. then the hitch mechanism broke and the cars got separated. one left behind. not to rejoin.
~~~<{written after that evening in the field}>~~~
i realize that this won’t all be perfectly rosy
i even do yes realize that you won’t be ALL perfectly rosy
(for, to quote fsmith, if i see you only through rose-colored glasses everything will be rosy, leaving nothing really rosy)
so you won’t always be rosy―that’s expected and accepted.
i’m willing to get beat up―a little battered and bruised―
for us for you―a bit black and blue so you can keep your glow
and it’s not only because of your revealed beauty that i overlook your neglect to inquire of my thoughts.
and it’s not only because of your concealed beauty that i complimented you thought i knew you’d scoff.
it is because i cannot stop praising God for each ridiculous detail He engraved into you.
