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One more yesterday....... On a warm and moonless evening in the middle of July, two strangers climb a grassy slope, ascending to the sky. They've an island in the desert, way out in a sea of sand, where their shipwrecked souls collided...and they now walk hand in hand. He's a product of misfortune and a heap of yesterdays; she's a disillusioned dreamer with a teaser's flirty ways. They gaze into each other's eyes, and hold each other tight; for a short but precious epoch, neither think of wrong or right. And there's no thought of the morrow that only God can grant; they think only of the moment - of the shall, and not the shan't. And their gentle kisses meld them from two halves into a whole, as the silent breezes witness...the courtship of their souls. For awhile the world is distant; just a blur in memory; and 'time' is feeling generous - and rests beneath a tree. All alone in isolation, 'neath the brilliant stars above, and they bask in warm elation - with their spirits making love. Too soon 'time' gets bored with waiting and continues on its way; and now lights and smells and voices raid the island where they lay. Their peace and quiet is blown off, by a warm and sudden gust, that sprinkles them penitence...and takes away their lust. They have gone back to their 'worlds', on distinct and separate paths; she to her home and family - he to his Maker's wrath. Ne'er again to share these feelings, so he speaks for only one, when he recalls that evening, with its warmth like noonday-sun: "Life's filled with such uncertainties, with no 'morrows guaranteed; so never fail to live today!" is his advice to heed. For a brief time he was happy, and believes she felt the same: On bended knees he thanks his God...for one more yesterday. |
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