But it is not there.
Maybe it will be there next time.
Yes, there is always a next time to page through again. Maybe it will be there.
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| In pursuit . . . |
They buy so many products, a good deal of which they do
not need. Maybe it is there. They treat themselves to rich food and
drink. Or they eat what they know is not
good for them. Maybe they will find it
in defiance. Perhaps an element of
self-destruction will jolt them back into . . . something. They lose themselves in television or
movies. It might be in just the next
frame. Maybe it will be.
And then, quite by accident, they see a photo of the
ocean. Or the forest. Or a meadow in bloom. It reminds them of the scent of a rose. Is that the call of a bird of prey somewhere
in the distance? And the whisper starts
in the back of their mind. “Run! Run! Go
and get it!” They stare, mesmerized. They expand the photo on their screens and melt
into it. Just for a moment…. “Run!
Go and get it!”
Tears flow. “Please,”
they say, “take me in and shelter me.
Hold me until I get over this, until I get out of this evil spell, until
I can see the splendor again. Please keep
me safe.” And the tears flow. “I just want to rest for a few minutes. Please.
Help me. Let me stay in this place
for a short while until I find myself again, until my soul begins to heal. Please….”
Then the moment is gone.
They shake their heads to clear out the cobwebs. They stare ahead with a blank look . . . and
begin to page again. Surely it is here
somewhere . . . Surely it is just around
the corner.
And the grass that you trample under your feet reaches up
to pat your ankles, and it whispers, “I dream of you.” The wind caresses your face and brings cool
sweetness, and it whispers, “I have been waiting for you. The Earth gives a sweet scent that swirls
around your head and intoxicates you, and she whispers, “I still love you.”
You are not alone.
You are never alone. In your
heart you know where to find it. Go and
get it.
