"Love is precious," pale lips puffed sigh of wist into cold, cold mist. She pulled back scarlet hood, revealed foam of sea blue eyes, feathery raven hair, freckled flesh so fair. "I will not live without my Kiefer," burned the air.
"Naked I came into the world," Posey shuffled bare feet cross icy rock, "and naked I go." Scarlet parka slipped from shoulders. She stepped nearer railing. And there Posey stood, blue eyes astare over The Falls into that void of near frozen mist, mist that painted her skin blue hue, made her husband's boxers and t-shirt cling wet to flesh.
"The path taken... leads to destination. Deceitful above all things, so this heart reaps deserved end. No dream this nightmare drop neath tombstone outcrop. No apter name than The Falls for final leap into destiny deep. No longer my beloved Kiefer will I betray. Take care of him Lord, I pray," Posey whispers froze in air. In both hands she gripped hard cold metal railing. She crawled over... to go to the other side. Her feet touched, slipped on narrow ice covered ledge...
No petal of Posey did fall. For she hung over The Falls by white knuckles, palms welded frozen to metal railing. She vainly fought to open hands. Something more than death was wrong. She turned head. Her right shoulder lay twisted behind her out of socket. She whimpered, shivered, turned head to other side. The bone of left wrist had broken thru skin; mist mixed blood down arm bled. Posey closed her eyes and near quiet pled, "Oh dear Jesus, take me home..."
And foam of sea blue eyes topped waves of dream, as her mind washed ashore eyes wide open... home in bed... From behind Kiefers arms gathered her in, softly spoke in Posey ear, "Naked I came into this world from my mother's womb, and naked I will go; the LORD giveth and the LORD taketh away; blessed be the name of the LORD." Kiefer kissed that ear, breathed,"For are we not the clay of the Potter? And yes, the human heart is deceitful above all things, but the heart of Jesus is pure."
Her bosom spasmed, pale lips whispered, "What, how..." She grabbed right shoulder. It was not out of socket, not in pain, free of ache, free to be free. Before her face she raised left hand and wrist; no broken bone pierced her skin. "A dream, only a dream?" Posey wondered.
"Ever beautiful," Kiefer breathed, took her hand, repeated, "ever beautiful," his hand moved, caressed her arm to shoulder, "ever precious," from back of her neck he swept dark hair, "so blessed with grace your nape of neck."
"Kiefer, how, how can you love me, when...?" Dew dropped from eyes of Posey.
"When I know?" Kiefer kissed that freckled nape of neck, "I know mercy, for I have received mercy." He snuggled closer. "I know forgiveness, for I have been forgiven." His nose nestled in Posey petals behind her ear. "I know love, the very grace of peace, for... I know Jesus."
She wiggled closer to husband, hugged tight the loving arms that held her; and as her grace full neck turned, that her lips met his, Posey was reminded what not to do anymore... by The Falls damp mist upon the boxers and t-shirt she wore...
Note: I prayed and prayed, then this little parable poured forth, along with the name Posey. After writing "The Falls," I looked up the name Posey, found it to be a variant of Posy from the Greek Desposyni, meaning "belonging to the Lord" and used as a sacred name for the relatives of Jesus. So are all who ask Christ Jesus into their hearts. (Galatians 3:26)
Grace to the nape of the neck: Proverbs 3:3 & 22 with Isaiah 8:8 with Matthew 11:28-30(the yoke of Jesus' grace) and Luke 15:20 in Jesus' parable of The Prodigal Son.
+++Set Free: John 8:1-12, 32+++
Giveth and taketh away: Job 1:21 KJ
The Potter: Isaiah 64:8; Genesis 2:6-7
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