I sat reading “Disappearance of the Universe” realizing I could disappear at any moment and it would be just as grand as appearing at any moment.
Next door the renovation process of the house went on unimpeded by my deep revelry of the mysteries of life and death as the warm, just right temperature of the sun came to my skin like the thoughts I thought, and I knew the thoughts would never stop, would never give up on me.
The little family next door painted and trimmed, yelled and talked, a flurry of activity as they prepared the house for the advent of new occupants. I was understanding the responsibility of an old occupation I had, that of being a landlady who makes a home for another. My blessing was the same as god's blessing and I called it good too.
They had 3 little cherubs running amuck discovering this and that in the back yard next to the wire fence, next to my lofty perch of eternity. The 5 yr.old who could be 6, or even 4 is interested in the lady who sits silently and forgot his name already. The parents try to keep him from oogling through the vines and fence at me. If the gate were unlocked, he would find himself in my arms straightway; he is the reason I write this down today.
He had ran from me when I spoke. I must have been doing my overwhelming thing again..the overwhelm thing is the love thing. Joy pours out but I don't mean to frighten anybody. I'll find a way to measure it.
Today he came to the fence again as I read the book mentioned and made quite an appropriate comment for one so young. It must have been a message from god as children are closer to god. As the lead instigator of pure life force, the other two wee ones followed on his heels as he exclaimed in thunderous child wonder “Miss, oh miss! Excuse me, but there's something strange going on!”
Ah, it's good to be needed. I might have to solve a mystery
At once the responsible and loving father called his name to interest him in other activities, not realizing the child was not bothering moi, but was an instrument of god and was merely doing what god had commissioned him to do; deliver messages of profound truth upon the ears of one about to disappear from the universe. The young one said hello and goodbye to me in one breath, it would always be for me a kiss to remember.
I ran into the house and told my daughter I had found a grandson and that she could take her time delivering up another from her DNA, it mattered not. A child had arrived, spirit was once more intitated into a foreign domain and it was indeed a strange world without a child nearby
