Tuesday, June 19, 2007

freedom

Ribbons of color flicker through the air swirling around. Sounds of laughter float towards my ears. I realize it is my own, one by one more voices join mine; a joyous melody floating up. Curious glances peer around the door frame, looking to see what is causing so much fun. They see the pale face, dimples out, in the midst of layers of brightly colored cloth wrapped around her head her shoulders, floating from her hand. This entrancing snapshot seen from the outside leaves the viewer thinking. They continue on their way. They get onto the bus They think back to that girl and wonder how she could be so exuberant, so vibrant, so.... FREE, in the midst of a crowded street. The word Free sticks in their minds and they close their eyes and concentrate on that word. As they do they see something floating, fluttering, in the sky a deep blue sky on a perfectly clear day and then they see the bird move down to earth and as it gets closer they see that it is a dove as white and pure as they have ever seen and then the view shifts and they are looking down from above and see the dove land on the head of a man in a river. This man is just emerging from the water drops flying off the tips of his hair as he gently shakes his head. there is another man there, hairy and slightly scary looking. Then suddenly a voice that seems to surround them says, "you are my son chosen and marked by my love. pride of my life." Then there is this spinning and everything becomes slightly off kilter when it rights itself this man that came out of the water is badly beaten and his face fills your eyes then the scene moves out and you see that he is tied to some wood, no nailed, to a cross and blood is running down his body and pooling on the ground you close your eyes in order to get the horrific scene from your mind and when you open your eyes you see a man standing there, he looks kind of like the one you just saw dying then you fixate on the holes in his hands and realize it is the same man. Then he begins to float upwards and you stare transfixed until he is just a glimpse of white floating up in the sky, a sky so blue. then the scene tilts again and when it comes back into focus there is the face of the girl from the street earlier and her green eyes pierce yours and you see her say, "HE is why I am FREE."

1 comment:

Graham Michael said...

I know you wrote this a while back, but I just wanted to tell you I think it is absolutley beautiful.