He likes to compare. It is the measure of things. How a woman’s hair compares fragrantly to the lemon tree in an orchard of an Abyssinian city; a place he read about. Or how the color of her eyes compare to the ocean; one he has never visited. Could hers be deep like the cold Artic, pulled by the moon into vast deepness? Perhaps pale like the Pacific, culled by the sun?
No!
He concludes that the physical step a man must take is definitely the measure of things. For example, how many steps to her front door? Is it comparable to traveling an exact distance to witness a miracle— a lost city? An ocean?
How many steps are comparable to an act of contrition— to love?
Wednesday, March 01, 2006
it is the measure of things
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I just stumbled upon your blog. Interesting name for it. LOL I'll be back.:)
This is a beautiful post, friend.
However many steps it takes.
However it goes it is blindly at times, but with faith.
Ah, yes... Relativity and discrimination is everywhere, yet nowhere but our minds. That is big in relation to that smaller object, yet that same object is small in relation to that larger object. It's all perspectives. How do we percieve this, what do we relate it to, how do we discriminate it amongst other things.
What happened... Why so long since you've written?
Beautifully said. Thanks for the kind words Lane.
Yes!!over and over.
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