Under Water

Everything goes quiet, all blue, weightless, and I hold my breath, waiting for you, always you, to scoop me up, pull me to the surface

make sense of all of this

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Parables

Matthew 13:34-35 KJV

[34] All these things spake Jesus unto the multitude in parables; and without a parable spake he not unto them: [35] That it might be fulfilled which was spoken by the prophet, saying, I will open my mouth in parables; I will utter things which have been kept secret from the foundation of the world.

Oh, so you know the Greeks? I ask you as you tilt your head and flash a wry smile “I know it all–all of you, all of this” the smile says. And I cannot help but love you.

We are sitting at my yellow girl-sized craft table, teetering on those little chairs they make for children so their legs won’t have to dangle and swing. So we can feel big when we are still little. Sip the most reassuring tea from my miniature plastic tea set. Reminisce about old times. I think it is amazing you have so much time for me–time for us when all around the stars spin and blink as by your hand —your strong right hand and your word sword-in-the-mouth word you speak infinite worlds into being

Always bigger than before.

Gathering flotsam

The hallway fire extinguisher is named Badger

And the rounded effigies on the first floor vending machine lack 

The appropriate replica for diet coke

So someone hand-wrote the words on a piece of paper and stuck it there

In the rounded plastic

slot signifying all the real ones inside

While outside 

The wind beckons

So real, so deep, night-real, night-deep

The way you might pick up pieces

Of sand dollars along the beach as light falls beneath the western

Horizon

Counting each–a quarter, a dime, or half-dollar

Fraction of the living

Miracle of ocean, deep and full of

things bigger than us

Bigger than either diet coke or Badger or

The things that would keep a body awake

In the deep

Of night

While outside the wind still beckons

Singing lullabies in siren voices

To the sleepless 

Us

Dear Jason Rosenthal,

Don’t worry–I am not writing to-nor will ever attempt to–marry you.

I read your wife’s letter and I think I have something better than a prematurely offered new spouse.

Prayer.

I will be praying for you and Amy and your three beautiful children.  The ordeal you are all going through sounds scary and harrowing.

So…prayer…prayer to a Person who I believe to be real, eternal and prone to the miraculous.

Because…more?

Nothing is “more”  than the kind of love that…

Confronts death
So, prayer…in the hope that your love with your current wife will last forever.

And the understanding that whatever happens, no wife as wonderful as Amy can be easily replaced.

E.