"Ours was a night born of the wind," Tuuli breath blew dry desert thru the flame of cafe candle.
"Can this movie get any sadder?" Neath askew brow Tess's emerald eyes shouted louder than words. "What a way to spend a Saturday evening."
On screen at cafe table a gray suited Roark cast lament, "Of all the hearts in all the chests of all mankind, why did you Tuuli, why did you storm into mine?"
"It's a classic," the love handled Ted defended his all time favorite movie, stuffed gob of popcorn in gullet, wiped salted butter from hand onto gray sweats.
"You mean classic black and white antique. Tuuli's dress suit is gray, her hat off white, her hair somewhere in between." On the couch the pink and white plaid, pajama clad Tess ran fingers thru brunette shag to freckled nape of neck. Yet, was it boredom only that plowed that same hand into tortilla chips to scoop avocado dip and distractedly dribble green from bowl to lip?
"Could it be that I trust you, Roark?" Tuuli eyes flashed. "I trust the more I despise you, the more you love me."
"Save yourself, Roark." Ted teared up.
"Girly man," Tess nudged Ted shoulder to shoulder.
"Stop it," Ted choked out.
"Cry baby!" Tess giggled.
"A strong man's cry tis the dew of roses!" Ted sniffled.
"Smell ain't everything, Ted." Tess pinched nose, giggled some more.
With face of stone Roark dug deep the grave for love, "Did our kiss mean nothing?"
In no hurry to end his suffering, Tuuli took lingering sip of cabernet sauvignon, answered with wry question, "Tell me, what necessitated your journey," the pupils of her eyes sharpened to rapier point, "your pilgrimage to the desert of my heart?"
"Thirst," the word rasped from Roark throat.
"You sought water in the heart of the desert?"
"I found no water."
"What did' you find?"
"A fish."
"So you see me as a fish out of water? Do I look like I need saving?" Tuuli's laugh reeks the stench of marooned on shore sun baked eel, stirred by the feasting of gulls.
"I smell even now the water of oasis." The heart of Roark beats deceit.
"Roark is one sick puppy, poor baby." Tess adds sound effect puppy whimpers.
Tuuli slaps Roark face, purrs, "I am a mirage. I am the wind."
"Why do you hate me?" Roark implores.
"Like I give you any thought." Tuuli tilts head, torments with mocking laugh, as beyond full lips her inner darkness exposes barren soul.
Roark is stunned.
Chin up Tuuli leans in close across table, "Do you see your love reflected in my eyes?"
"Yes,"Roark breathes, then sees the match struck, sees it incinerate love's reflection and return the eyes of Tuuli to absence of light.
Tuuli blows out the match, whispers whirlwind of scattered smoke a swirl, "Go... away."
The dam of Tess false bravado bursts into full kilter squall.
Ted, amid open sobbing of his own, offers Tess a tissue.
Tess grabs it, squalls the more, "Give me the whole darn box, Ted!" She slobbers, she sobs, she swears, "Never will I ever let you ever' pick that movie to watch again!" She blows nose. "I mean it this time!"
And on screen Tuuli's beautiful lips morph to corner of lip snarl, "My only ocean is me!"
Tess throws empty box of nose wipes at Tuuli's head on TV screen. "Vain evil witch! Self composes no symphony of sympathy..."
"... yet digs the ore of ego from deep dark mine!!" Ted repeats his part of well rehearsed line.
Yet with heart sans reason Roark raises sail, "Even now, I see the the voyage anew." His head nods in sway, as if on a boat lifted by lapping white capped waves.
"I see no ship." Tuuli trembles.
Roark takes her hand, "Let us sail our ocean of tears."
Tuuli wistfully withdraws her hand from his, "Dear Roark, who can turn the wind?"
"Oooooh! I love you, Teddy!" Savagely bawling Tess entangles herself in Ted arms, kisses and slobbers all over his tad less than chubby face and tad more than receding hairline.
And the Ted , well the Ted so says, "Truly Tuuli missed the boat."
And into Ted ear, Tess breath breezes, "Thank you Jesus for my love handled tug boat."
In Parting: A life of vanity is but a chasing after the wind... but a shadow under the sun...
(Ecclesiastes 5:16; 2:11; 6:12: 8:13)
The whole duty of us all: Love God... Love one another...
Jesus two commands in Matthew 22:36-40.
And as to the question, "Who can turn the wind?" The answer is in Mark 4:35-41 KJV.
Sunday, June 21, 2020
Monday, June 1, 2020
FIRST TOUCH
"Personality prickly as desert cactus, skin soft as eiderdown, too wild to tame, too soft not to touch." So tugged Ted's heart toward trouble and love in that not so much by chance crowded church pew seating.
And in that crowded pew neath God Is Love t-shirt sleeves, the bare arms of Tess and Ted first time touched, a touch, a spark not of coincidental static electricity, but a spark heavenly planned. Thus spilled out lips of the Ted into Tess ear, "Jesus loves you," he whispered, "and so do I."
More than a few next them snickered. Even the Sunday school teacher smiled. Seemed they all too knew before the two, the inevitable had come to bear for the bare armed pair.
But my oh my how Tess flushed, recoiled in maiden blush, raised porcupine quills. Yet grasping heavenly gravity, she cocked her head, more than glanced at the petrified Ted, noticed he too blushed bright pink red, as he bashfully stared straight ahead.
By the time Tess shoulder bumped Ted to turn his eyes to hers, the teacher had stopped teaching, every eye eyed them, and fadingly a frowned, Tess ignored them all, "Just how do you love me?" Words of honey spilled from Tess lips.
And oh how Ted breathed, "Like Jesus loves the church," as his almond eyes danced in the dream of her emerald eyes trance.
Thus did Tess slide arm of eider down round the arm of Ted; and the corners of her plush pink lips raised up to heaven and matter of factly said, "Thank you Jesus."
"And that my precious sons and daughters," to kiddos huddled on and round well worn leather couch in front of warmth breathing hearth, "that," Ted attempted to finish story of first touch tradition, "that is how your Mom and Dad were so led to wed, and I might add have six little Tess and Teds.
"But you left it out Daddy," little Tess Ana reminded.
"Yep, you did," in unison Tess Bess, Tess Colette, Ted Red, Ted Ryan and Tim Ted chimed in.
"We want to hear bout Mommy again," Tess Ana, hands on hips postured like her Mom in prickly moments sometimes did.
Tess snuggled closer to hubby on couch, hugged Ted arm tighter, and eyes into eyes of husband began that at least once a year said. "What a dilemma, two teenagers in love just about to graduate from good ole Liberty High and bound off to college 1,221 miles apart..."
"What to do? What to do?" Kids in unison sighed well rehearsed, heart felt part.
"We prayed," Ted nodded, "and listened, and obeyed, and what we did was not the wisdom of the world."
"And not at first what our parents thought best." Tess gave side of lips smile.
Ted added, "Although, through prayer of their own the financial savings and wisdom of our decision dawned on them. For you see although our decision was not for everyone, praying to God and listening is."
"Community college." Tess smiled. "After researching which four year colleges our required prerequisite courses would transfer to, it just made blessed sense to our parents too."
"Boring!" Little Tess Ana added healthy, "Hmmmph!"
"Yeah, tell us about that romantificated part," Tim Ted tee-heed.
"The romantificated part!" So cued the rest of Tesses and Teds.
Ted began, "It was a dark and stormy night..."
"No it wasn't!" Tess Ana pouted. "Quit fooling round Daddy. Tell it right."
"Twas a dark and stormy night, that your Dad to be proposed to me under that weeping willow on that cliff..."
Tess rebooted Ted with elbow. The kids giggled.
The rebooted Ted then said, "Lolling neath that picnic tree, from poignant to evocative, to reminiscent, to blessed, I said to my Tess, "You are the fuzziest little peach ever rubbed to cheek. To which your Mom to be replied..."
"...I am your peach, you are my tree." Tess completed now line of tradition.
And just like that time of not so long ago, the Tess and the Ted kissed a kiss, heavenly planned.
To which little hands on hips Tess Ana observed, "What I'd like to know is why every time you two get that silly look in your eyes and kiss, we are blessed with another little Tess or Ted in about nine months. Every time it's the same old thing, Another Tess or Ted will make seven."
Can we even imagine the newly created on earth first woman and man's very first touch? (Genesis - Adam & Eve)
Proverbs 3:5-8 KJV: 5)Trust in the LORD with all thine heart; and lean not unto thine own understanding. 6)In all thy ways acknowledge him, and he shall direct thy paths. 7)Be not wise in thine own eyes: fear the LORD and depart from evil. 8)It shall be health to thy navel, and marrow to thy bones.
Jeremiah 29:11-12 KJV: For I know the thoughts that I think toward you, saith the LORD, thoughts of peace, and not of evil, to give you an expected end. 12)Then shall ye call upon me, and ye shall go and pray unto me, and I will hearken unto you.
And in that crowded pew neath God Is Love t-shirt sleeves, the bare arms of Tess and Ted first time touched, a touch, a spark not of coincidental static electricity, but a spark heavenly planned. Thus spilled out lips of the Ted into Tess ear, "Jesus loves you," he whispered, "and so do I."
More than a few next them snickered. Even the Sunday school teacher smiled. Seemed they all too knew before the two, the inevitable had come to bear for the bare armed pair.
But my oh my how Tess flushed, recoiled in maiden blush, raised porcupine quills. Yet grasping heavenly gravity, she cocked her head, more than glanced at the petrified Ted, noticed he too blushed bright pink red, as he bashfully stared straight ahead.
By the time Tess shoulder bumped Ted to turn his eyes to hers, the teacher had stopped teaching, every eye eyed them, and fadingly a frowned, Tess ignored them all, "Just how do you love me?" Words of honey spilled from Tess lips.
And oh how Ted breathed, "Like Jesus loves the church," as his almond eyes danced in the dream of her emerald eyes trance.
Thus did Tess slide arm of eider down round the arm of Ted; and the corners of her plush pink lips raised up to heaven and matter of factly said, "Thank you Jesus."
"And that my precious sons and daughters," to kiddos huddled on and round well worn leather couch in front of warmth breathing hearth, "that," Ted attempted to finish story of first touch tradition, "that is how your Mom and Dad were so led to wed, and I might add have six little Tess and Teds.
"But you left it out Daddy," little Tess Ana reminded.
"Yep, you did," in unison Tess Bess, Tess Colette, Ted Red, Ted Ryan and Tim Ted chimed in.
"We want to hear bout Mommy again," Tess Ana, hands on hips postured like her Mom in prickly moments sometimes did.
Tess snuggled closer to hubby on couch, hugged Ted arm tighter, and eyes into eyes of husband began that at least once a year said. "What a dilemma, two teenagers in love just about to graduate from good ole Liberty High and bound off to college 1,221 miles apart..."
"What to do? What to do?" Kids in unison sighed well rehearsed, heart felt part.
"We prayed," Ted nodded, "and listened, and obeyed, and what we did was not the wisdom of the world."
"And not at first what our parents thought best." Tess gave side of lips smile.
Ted added, "Although, through prayer of their own the financial savings and wisdom of our decision dawned on them. For you see although our decision was not for everyone, praying to God and listening is."
"Community college." Tess smiled. "After researching which four year colleges our required prerequisite courses would transfer to, it just made blessed sense to our parents too."
"Boring!" Little Tess Ana added healthy, "Hmmmph!"
"Yeah, tell us about that romantificated part," Tim Ted tee-heed.
"The romantificated part!" So cued the rest of Tesses and Teds.
Ted began, "It was a dark and stormy night..."
"No it wasn't!" Tess Ana pouted. "Quit fooling round Daddy. Tell it right."
"Twas a dark and stormy night, that your Dad to be proposed to me under that weeping willow on that cliff..."
Tess rebooted Ted with elbow. The kids giggled.
The rebooted Ted then said, "Lolling neath that picnic tree, from poignant to evocative, to reminiscent, to blessed, I said to my Tess, "You are the fuzziest little peach ever rubbed to cheek. To which your Mom to be replied..."
"...I am your peach, you are my tree." Tess completed now line of tradition.
And just like that time of not so long ago, the Tess and the Ted kissed a kiss, heavenly planned.
To which little hands on hips Tess Ana observed, "What I'd like to know is why every time you two get that silly look in your eyes and kiss, we are blessed with another little Tess or Ted in about nine months. Every time it's the same old thing, Another Tess or Ted will make seven."
Can we even imagine the newly created on earth first woman and man's very first touch? (Genesis - Adam & Eve)
Proverbs 3:5-8 KJV: 5)Trust in the LORD with all thine heart; and lean not unto thine own understanding. 6)In all thy ways acknowledge him, and he shall direct thy paths. 7)Be not wise in thine own eyes: fear the LORD and depart from evil. 8)It shall be health to thy navel, and marrow to thy bones.
Jeremiah 29:11-12 KJV: For I know the thoughts that I think toward you, saith the LORD, thoughts of peace, and not of evil, to give you an expected end. 12)Then shall ye call upon me, and ye shall go and pray unto me, and I will hearken unto you.
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