…And, The Omega
Merely
a yellow hint of dawn, almost more a mindless mental wish than any present
reality, creased the distant eastern horizon painstakingly teasing sleeping
woodland trees awakening to yet another day, challenging their tender green
lush growth to ready for a breakfast-spread of delicious golden sunshine as the
orange orb could not be far behind. Pure, deep blackness overhead and easing
westward slowly relinquished its precarious grasp upon the night as myriad
blue-white diamonds succumbed to the inexorable infringement of the dawn upon
dark’s fading domain. Day would celebrate the victory only to lament the dusk
when night would renegotiate.
Nature’s
way either purposefully ignored, or, in faux intent, refused to acknowledge the
tiny throng of human participants gathered on the emerald grass of the
baseball field where the decedent had
once plied his skills and talents in pursuit of excitement and pleasure-of-the-game.
His
broken-hearted widow, fresh to the new role her darling departed had only
recently bequeathed to her, smiled bittersweet through acrid wet tears,
remembering his loving testament to the sport so much a constant part and
influence upon his time and space, along with their beloved progeny including
the grandchildren, each part and parcel of his devotion, braved heavy dew in a
pre-dawn chill to complete his final request made at his recent demise: Cremate
this failed body, pray my soul to heaven-glory, set this wild spirit free,
spread the ashes on center field so I might watch the early glory years where
the boys and I enjoyed the summer winds.
Upon
the crowning glory of a springtime day as the sun once more struggled above a
gleaming horizon to bathe with comfort its warming rays, the children prayed a
pious prayer amidst muffled gasps and subdued crying sadness as the grandson
cast grey-white ash in a swirling arc of cloud to rest upon lush greenness of a
newborn beginning day. Though no one played taps or raised a flag red, white
and blue, the gathering paused respectively as floating grey specks settled to
their final resting place on this hallowed good earth.; a good man gone.
“Rest
in peace!” Someone among them spoke to seal the ceremony’s tranquil end.
Reflecting
on the last moments at his end, each member of the clan recalled his words: The
end is near, for me; I can sense the effort winding down. If you wish to honor
any of that awesome space I claimed these many years, live these thoughts, as
did I, myself. Fear not! And, Follow Me! His word clearly proclaimed. I fear
not death, ’Tis true and verified as I did not ever fear to live. Dare dream
big and then---even…bigger, still! Deny all lies; eschew untruth. Live free!
Love deep! The more love you give, the more there is to bestow. Be humble!
Honest! Adore humor! Live spirit wild! Love boundless! Laugh first at self and
only with all others. Love truly is
all we can bestow, the rest is purely naught; do always Good to one another. I have found and learned in perfect honesty
Faith! Family! Freedom! Is all the needed reality of time and space. Pray I?
Faith! Hope! Charity! Generous! Honest! Courage! Love! Liberty! Laughter! And,
Grace! If these I lived and planted seed with ten thousand trees? Then, surely,
I can leave completed to chase rainbows, butterflies, and soar on a wild
unicorn in peace. God bless! Amen!
And, in the
coming summer season toward eons wished, a taw-head youth will shag fly balls
upon the grass grown emerald green on that sacred field where God’s game
unfolds: Balls and strikes, safe and out, the umpire’s bark, a sharp crack of
the bat, horsehide slapping soft leather. Forever more. Amen!
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