An ode to a wonderful person I met today..
There was that song again...that song that played in the background of the universe every time she saw him. The song that made everything around them melt away. In her mind, time would stand still when she looked into his eyes. The sounds, the people, the smells everything would fade and all that would remain was the very essence of his breath, his aura, his force, his pull and her restoration.
Through gently closed eyes and a smile on her face she would come watch him in the park everyday. She would watch his smile, his gentle tentative steps towards the toddler, his joyous laughter when he finally reached the child along with the toddlers excited squeals. She would eagerly take in every seasoned change in his expression and memorise the planes of his face. She knew every timber of his voice, she understood every message in his stance.
Even from a distance she could feel the caress of his touch. Her body of its own accord would turn towards the warm tenor of his voice. She was a moth to his flame...she was the waves of the ocean that could not have been contained without his shore. There was a time when all she knew was darkness. A deep, heavy darkness. There was a day when time had no meaning. Each second was damp and dense and meaningless.
And then he came along. It was his voice talking to the child that first permeated her fog. She heard the kindness in his voice like it was coming from a deep well...like she could never reach it and yet she had heard it. The voice stayed with her. And suddenly all she wanted was to hear it again. She could only wait and of all the hardships God had made her endure, she came to understand that waiting was the hardest.
But then she heard his voice again. In that same place...and again. And then she heard that glorious laughter and it was as if a thousand suns had burst inside of her like tiny pin pricks of joy. Suddenly time had begun to have meaning. Waiting to see him again, the days all sprouted wings...flocked into birds and flew away. A beautiful symphony of nature's music began to penetrate the fog and she lived only for the moment she could see him.
His laughter mingled with the toddlers and she would watch them dance and play and live. In her mind's eye, when not in the park...her imagination would keep the thousand suns glowing within her. In his laughter she knew his face, she knew his eyes, she knew his soul. In his laughter she found moments...many moments of beauty. In his laughter, life's unfairness redeemed itself to her.
His laughter redeemed her too. She had once said aloud with no thought of consequence...'I wish I could see the world through a blind man's eyes. I wish I could breathe in the fresh air, the scent of wet grass, the feel of the golden sun rays on my face through a blind man's eyes...only then would I have truly experienced life."
A hit-and-run accident that afternoon had taken her sight and made her wish come true. For years she was bitter...for years she was blind and then she opened herself to love. Love for a stranger who's voice was all she carried in her heart and she lived her life like it was the most beautiful one to be had.
There was that song again...that song that played in the background of the universe every time she saw him. The song that made everything around them melt away. In her mind, time would stand still when she looked into his eyes. The sounds, the people, the smells everything would fade and all that would remain was the very essence of his breath, his aura, his force, his pull and her restoration.
Through gently closed eyes and a smile on her face she would come watch him in the park everyday. She would watch his smile, his gentle tentative steps towards the toddler, his joyous laughter when he finally reached the child along with the toddlers excited squeals. She would eagerly take in every seasoned change in his expression and memorise the planes of his face. She knew every timber of his voice, she understood every message in his stance.
Even from a distance she could feel the caress of his touch. Her body of its own accord would turn towards the warm tenor of his voice. She was a moth to his flame...she was the waves of the ocean that could not have been contained without his shore. There was a time when all she knew was darkness. A deep, heavy darkness. There was a day when time had no meaning. Each second was damp and dense and meaningless.
And then he came along. It was his voice talking to the child that first permeated her fog. She heard the kindness in his voice like it was coming from a deep well...like she could never reach it and yet she had heard it. The voice stayed with her. And suddenly all she wanted was to hear it again. She could only wait and of all the hardships God had made her endure, she came to understand that waiting was the hardest.
But then she heard his voice again. In that same place...and again. And then she heard that glorious laughter and it was as if a thousand suns had burst inside of her like tiny pin pricks of joy. Suddenly time had begun to have meaning. Waiting to see him again, the days all sprouted wings...flocked into birds and flew away. A beautiful symphony of nature's music began to penetrate the fog and she lived only for the moment she could see him.
His laughter mingled with the toddlers and she would watch them dance and play and live. In her mind's eye, when not in the park...her imagination would keep the thousand suns glowing within her. In his laughter she knew his face, she knew his eyes, she knew his soul. In his laughter she found moments...many moments of beauty. In his laughter, life's unfairness redeemed itself to her.
His laughter redeemed her too. She had once said aloud with no thought of consequence...'I wish I could see the world through a blind man's eyes. I wish I could breathe in the fresh air, the scent of wet grass, the feel of the golden sun rays on my face through a blind man's eyes...only then would I have truly experienced life."
A hit-and-run accident that afternoon had taken her sight and made her wish come true. For years she was bitter...for years she was blind and then she opened herself to love. Love for a stranger who's voice was all she carried in her heart and she lived her life like it was the most beautiful one to be had.
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