I have stopped here for a moment. I promise nothing. I am only standing still long enough to reach out . There...On ward christian soldiers marching as to war.
This is my secret. There is a red page, All red and at the bottom is a tiny little mouth. The mouth has an opening and you would need a powerful microphone to hear what comes out of it. But this is alright to the mouth. It doesn't care if its sound falls on deaf ears. The red is its heart.
The heart is huge. It is bloody red and muscular with pulsating veins that are blue and purple.It also has a constant rhythm.Boom,slosh,Boom,slosh,Boom.It never leaks.It is growing fatter,fuller,stronger. If you could see them , There are also large , rounded ears. They listen to everything you say.
With fingers, the page is flipped.
The page here is gray and strange.
This page is gray and filled. Too full to fit even a moment of ... The book comes to a halt. I stop again,flaccid.When I react to time constraints I go limp. There is too much to do.And , there is no one here to spell this out for. In this great chasm of gray , I stumble like a drunkard, disoriented and confused . What did I do a minute ago?Yesterday? I wait for a still small voice with a big heart to hear this void and fix it.Straighten out the fabric of life , iron it smooth .Then, lift it up and flap it in the hot afternoon breeze. Let it snap in the wind all day. Let it become shade for birds and children, husbands and children. Then let this be me: I hear the voice, I am enlarged, with a bloody red heart ,big ears and a tiny little mouth. Then let someone I love put their ear to my mouth so that I can say the words,'I LOVE YOU'.
