SWOOSH! Swoosh! The sound meant something but I couldn’t remember where I had heard it before. SWOOSH! SWOOSH! There it was again but this time I pressed against the wall. The sound was closer and I could feel a slight breeze. Earlier that evening six bored high school males were discussing what we could do for excitement. Bud spoke up. “Have any of you ever been really scared?” Of course we said not ever. Our manhood was at stake. Bud said, “I know where a ghost house is. If you are brave I can take you there. But beware. There will be no cowards.” He had made a challenge and we were honor bound to follow through. Bud and another boy led us into an old house. “Watch out for holes in the floor and ghosts in the ceiling.” We followed their flashlights for a few seconds until…suddenly they were gone! They had turned off their lights and left us in total darkness. I waited for my eyes to adjust. That’s when the sounds began. WHOOSH! WHOOSH! A few minutes went by and I clung to the wall. The flashlights were on again. Bud and the other boy were laughing at our discomfort. But in the middle of the room was a terrifying sight to remember forever. our friend, one of our own, stood blindly swinging a two by four. He was determined that neither ghosts nor humans would take him alive. We were lucky that no one stepped into his range. Out of fear he was blindly swinging his club. He could have seriously hurt any or all of us.
Vivid! Bright colors and raucous sounds
The scene stands out in my mind,
Vivid is a special word and I find
Vivid! Bright lipstick red,
Pick another color instead!
How about yellow?
Could it be mellow?
How about icy blue,
To stand in sharp contrast
And Still remain true?
Or white, even at night,
White can be bright.
Vivid! A bright crimson red,
Startling the world
And filling me with dread.
When a baby is born,
And family and friends gather around
Celebrating and Encouraging,
When a soldier is homeward bound
Carrying memories with pride
And thoughts of those who lived or died,
He remembers teamwork.
When medical personnel, firemen, and the law
Save someone from death,
allowing even one more breath,
When mothers and fathers spend the time
teaching their children right from wrong,
When all work together
To make the world a better place,
“Do you believe in love at first sight?”
There was nothing I could do. Every time I saw her my heart would quicken and I would sweat profusely. My reactions were uncontrollable. I had no reasonable answer to her question. I tried avoiding her by misinterpreting what she meant. “How about them Yankees? Isn’t it a beautiful day?”
Of course, I could have simply said, “I agree with you that love at first sight is powerful and can knock someone for a loop.”
“Yes,” she said. “That’s the way I felt when I fell for your brother. It happened so suddenly I couldn’t hear, couldn’t see, and for a few wonderful moments I couldn’t breathe. That’s what I’m talking about.”
This changed my whole perspective. She wasn’t interested in me. I relaxed mentally but my heart was pounding. This was wrong. My life had been planned out for a long time. She didn’t know that my heart quickened and skipped a beat each time I saw her or even heard her name. This couldn’t be happening. I wanted to yell, to curse, or to take her into my arms and kiss her.
“Excuse me. You aren’t talking about you and me? You don’t like me? You are in love with my brother?”
“I was thinking about you, and considering whether I liked you just a little bit when I looked up and saw him. Now I can’t imagine being with anyone else.”
Now there was a problem. I had spent several years enjoying my bachelorhood. Yet I was tired of being alone, tired of going through the endless questions and answers pertaining to my future. I just wanted to find THE ONE, settling down into a comfortable life, and loving forever.
She had recently invaded my dreams and I was slowly falling in love with her. No, I didn’t fall for her at first sight. I enjoyed her friendship and in my mind connections were made with a concrete foundation. I never anticipated she would find someone else, especially my brother. I couldn’t stand being around her while she gushed about him. She was my friend, not his.
“Yes,” she said slowly, “I thought I was in love with you but you ignored me and pushed me away. I’m glad we can still be friends.”
My anger flared. It was a flash fire out of control. “I can’t be friends with you,” I said. “I need much more than that. I want passion, not love at first sight. I want a love that binds, builds, and creates. I want my heart to quicken each time I see you. I want to hold your hand on long walks, kisses after we talk, and sharing moments of joy. Don’t you want the same?”
(To be continued)
The power went off last night,
I couldn’t see without any light.
Flashlights were in a cabinet somewhere,
But I couldn’t get there from here,
In the darknessI was stumbling along the way
Over things I should have put away.
Shoes, clothes, bottle of water I left to drink,
Everything but the kitchen sink.
Ah ha, I remembered my trusty cell phone,
It worked for ET. He was able to call home.
But where was I when I made my last call?
Was I in bed or somewhere down the hall?
I thought I was wandering in the temple of doom,
Until I realized I hadn’t left my room.
The power came on and everything was in sight,
But now I couldn’t sleep because of the light.
I’m glad I was up, for goodness sake,
Everyone was complaining I was keeping them awake.
The power went off again, I was almost in bed,
Too much trouble, I’ll sleep on the floor instead.
I’ll organize my things and put them away,
But not tonight, I’m tired, some other day.
There is nothing as loud as silence
when I should have said something.
There is nothing as sad as crying
When I could have wiped the tears.
All the things I could have done
Keep me awake at night listening.
All the wounds I could have prevented
Ooze on and on, with no way to heal.
I did not cross the road to bind the wounds,
pay for the care,or help anyone in need.
I did not object to the leader’s words,
Or pray for peace instead of swords.
There is nothing as loud as silence
While the world prepares for war.