When the light is long and time is short, should we stumble onto that door, the one hidden in the cleft of the rock, so to speak, with fear and trepidation, will we enter in?
Or will we pass it by … … .. once again?
Deep within, we seek to re-live those rare moments strewn throughout life, when we’ve touched the soul of another. To try again, it takes reckless abandon, …. rejection can be damagingly harsh.
Be it because of a fleeting memory, a longing gaze, a pleasant smile, or just an unexpected kind word, or maybe the security of the womb, from long ago, we still long to re-experience intimacy.
What more can one ask of another?
We sense that our time here, so far from home, is to be as a stranger in a strange land.
Periodically, we join ourselves to whom we judge to be safe and loving, but most such “alliances” are precipitous, ringing shallow, bereft of lasting intimacy.
But, …. when we actually enter in, succeeding in touching the soul of another, as we move through life, no matter how far apart we are, we’re bound, however lightly, … for all time.
Let us remember those encounters and take the chance again, to know one another, more deeply.
Understand, though, that doing so, makes us vulnerable to those, who would, with the precision of a surgeon’s scalpel, separate us, …. …. body from soul.
This unseen evil, which walks among us, has a goal …. at the least, it’s to damage and intimidate us, to keep us isolated. It’s ultimate goal is, to put an end to love.
It’s unreachable because of unseen guardians encamped around us, purposefully protecting us — placed there, by our creator.
His impetus, . . . his protection, has allowed our limited successes … has changed us, changed our world, ….. forever.
Still, the question is: “Why is He not enough?”
He should be …. why do we so need others?
That’s where the pain lies in wait.
But as for me, …. I live within an obscure, opaque vision …… that on some dark night, when I walk the docks alone, only by intuition, I’ll recognize, I’m not alone – another is there ….. just beyond sight, …. in the fog, … just beyond touch, and without seeing her, …. without speaking, we sense the near contact, and buoy one another with the hope to go on, ….. to become another year older and can say once more: Next Year, Jerusalem!
(all rights reserved // josiah July 2nd, 2008)