Sunday, October 20, 2019

October 20, 2019 - The Fall of Fall

What?  Is it too much?  Be careful as you approach, if you can at all.  This was the reality all along, hiding under the counterfeit celebration, but you came for pretty colors and angelic butterflies with gossamer wings.  You came for sweet scents and soft winds and gentle rays of sunshine.  Because you wanted to keep the illusion alive, the vision of autumn’s splendor, the fool’s paradise of glutted satisfaction.

Is it too much?  Be sure to block your sight out with an iron nail driven deeply through the eye.  No amount of avoidance can be enough.  No amount of pain is enough so long as it blocks out the truth, right?  Go ahead and place the anointed and embalmed body in a padded coffin with lace and flowers.  Paint the macabre marionette’s face to make her look alive, so you do not have to see what has been waiting for you all along.

Is it too much?  Be sure to stain your vision red so you do not have to see the inky blackness.  Be sure to pretend the gaping dark precipice on which you stand is just the dirt under your feet.  But I have been here all along.  Before you were born, I was here.  After you have gone, I will still be here.  I am the cycle from beginning to end.  You came for lies, but I haven’t any to give you.  I have loved you more than your own God ever could.