| Author | Message | ||
| Dale McLain
Advanced Member Username: sparklingseas Post Number: 1578 Registered: 11-2004 |
Visitation Jesus spoke to me. It went like this- I was alone at home doing chores- those wife-things, dirty little things that have to do with making the big machine run smoothly. Oiling joints, I suppose, tightening screws, killing bad things that have crept in- the usual. I work in silence mainly, as I am easily distracted, so I heard it clearly, this stage whisper, “Hey! You there!” Jesus (though I didn’t realize yet who he was) didn’t know my name. “Hey! I see you there, very busy. What is it you hope to accomplish?” There was no one in the washer, or the pantry. It was not difficult to conclude that the speaker might be holy. It came through in those few words, a glimmering sacredness that spread across my house like spilt honey. I had a notion that it might glow out my windows even at midday. “Show yourself.” I said, not for proof, (I believed) but for the sake of manners. It seemed vastly impolite to be spied upon and quizzed from beyond. So Jesus appeared, handsome as you might expect, sat at my table (I believe he admired the heavy wheatback chairs, I saw it in his eyes). He refused my flavored coffee on the grounds it went right through him. I told him my scope was small. My goal was to keep things right, to watch for cracks in the yard that might start tiny and one regular night swallow the entire house in a lazy yawn. I explained my vigilance, how it was my job. I was a minesweeper and a hazmat team, an exterminator, a voodoo priestess. I employed any means possible- conjured, purchased, prayed for. I talked, he listened, inclined his fine head my way. His nimbus lit the kitchen in a spectral neon radiance. The African violets turned their blooms towards his hallowed light. My dogs behaved like I’ve never seen. Their coats shone. They ceased their begging. Finally, he spoke, (his teeth so fine and straight, voice like FM radio) “I’m just the son, you know, and though you haven’t asked, I know what you expect, but it is not mine to give. I’m the front man, you see. I am more than you, but less than He. I can give you nothing, really, beyond this.” He swept his arm out, an arc of his robe that revealed my life, pictures pinned and overlapped in the folds, a jangling mess of colors and sounds too bright and loud to be contained in the velvet darkness of his sleeve. With that he stood, taller than I’d imagined, and walked out my front door. I took my broom, my scepter it seemed, and swept up the dust from his sandals. I locked the door firmly behind him and set the alarm.  (Message edited by sparklingseas on November 18, 2005) | ||
| Gary Blankenship
Senior Member Username: garyb Post Number: 5669 Registered: 07-2001 |
Dale, lol and much more. Wonderful, fun story, but with a message yet. Might be a bit long, but who notices with the son in the house... Smiles. Gary The Eye of the Coming Storm http://www.mindfirerenew.com/ | ||
| Lazarus
Valued Member Username: lazarus Post Number: 243 Registered: 10-2005 |
Good Dale. Good,good,good,good,good. (Message edited by lazarus on November 18, 2005) | ||
| Zephyr
Senior Member Username: zephyr Post Number: 3179 Registered: 07-2003 |
Good read Dale  | ||
| Morgan Lafay
Intermediate Member Username: morganlafay Post Number: 915 Registered: 08-2005 |
I was totally into it! Didn't notice too much length...enjoyed each and every word. You tell a good tale. My best, Morgan | ||
| Bren
Advanced Member Username: bren Post Number: 1218 Registered: 12-2001 |
I enjoyed this Dale. Especially some of those brilliant puns. I love that! "He refused my flavored coffee on the grounds it went right through him" (Message edited by Bren on November 18, 2005) Bren PenShells | ||
| Teresa White
Valued Member Username: teresa_white Post Number: 284 Registered: 01-2005 |
Dale, Really enjoyed the poem! You make the visitation seem very plausable. Wonderful writing throughout! Teresa | ||
| ~M~
Board Administrator Username: mjm Post Number: 5921 Registered: 11-1998 |
This would have been an excellent entry in the Challenge a few weeks ago, Dale, on talking to god. I wish you had entered it. Like Bren, I responded most to the puns (good one about the coffee grounds) and the smart wit in this. An excellent piece! | ||
| Dale McLain
Advanced Member Username: sparklingseas Post Number: 1597 Registered: 11-2004 |
Hello all~ I'm glad you enjoyed this. I have to say, it was fun to write. Thank you all for stopping by and commenting. take care all~dale |
