“Whisper-wind”! Escarpment-echoes!
Rising from roiling-waves traversing a
deep blue-green wide-ocean, a 300-foot sheer black-cliff reaches-high for
cerulean skies-above-heaven. Atop the escarpment Proud!-stands a-tall, weather-tortured, storm-battered ever-green attentive-sentinel observing distance to yon horizon.
The ole-gal had seen more than a-bit of
history. From several-centuries pre-dating even the founding-of-America; her
ancestors witnessed dark-skinned warriors sailing the Great-water in fragile-minuscule hollowed-out tree-trunk canoes;
other interlopers descending from the north began to settle and fish near-by, eventually
establishing settlements.
Any-coming of the invaders seemed but a
slow-motion slip slightly-noticed annoyance to her-solitude; less intruding to
the natural stanchion-like rounded-obelisk spreading wide strong-branches
offering nesting-homes for myriad feathered-birds, often, just a slight-respite
juncture for a waning passer-by. Her ever-friend? A picturesque-grand
ocean-view! Sky! Gentle-rains! Torrid-storms in winter’s cold-sway!
Comfort-warm golden-sun! Midnight-moon!
Through the gruesome-challenges---Triumphs!...And, her Redemption!-Salvation!? Myriad time
& space softly embraced-caressed by yonder comfort-refreshing Whisper-Wind!
From her treasured special-friend, the Whisper-Wind! She learned a
“patience”-practice!
One-day many years-ago, three-men came
to park a wooden-bench along the-precipice. Soon, human-forms began to visit
there, enamored by the ocean soothing-view, charmed at the-beauty of a
giant-ancient evergreen providing-shade on hot days as the onlookers relaxed
upon the-rest.
A young-girl carrying some black-glass
reflective-device took-seat on the wooden-bench. As the maiden raised the
mirror, she viewed the screen; her shoulders quaked as she wailed-aloud, a
plaintive-primal desperate-scream! Free-flowing tears stained soft-white cheeks
as the young-lady leaped to her feet on shaky-legs and flung the black-device
into the-air toward the waiting-sea; cursing the sailing-into-the-abyss device
in heated-screaming expletives, she called his-name!
After a few-minutes, the-girl sank to her-knees, crying-uncontrollably as
night-fell. Sometime in the darkness-of-night came a violent-storm; in the
coming light-of-dawn, she-left.
One sunny-afternoon a giggling
young-woman and her-beau approached the-overlook and sat close upon the bench.
The maiden snuggled close when his arm surrender her-shoulder and, then, the
young-man tenderly kissed her waiting-lips. On one-knee he spoke and placed a sparkle-diamond
ring upon her slender-finger. They emotional-embraced; their mutual-smile
“glow”, for-a-time, rivalled the panoramic-awesome scenic ocean-view. And,
my-branches lightened!
Well after the midnight’s alabaster-pale
full-moon had-waned toward the wee-hours of morn, a woman parked, removed a
bundle from the-trunk and stepped with trepidation toward the abyss. At the
fence along the precipice she-paused, hesitant; then, with an audible-breath,
the-girl tossed her bundle-blanket into the vast black-dark. Her hand stifled
a-shriek as she turned to-run.
Mostly, though trepidation reared its
head, my trace-through-longevity has
been-Delightful!
I have weathered-storms! Been
sun-kissed! Moon-struck! Witnessed-Magic!
Counted-stars!
A-recent wicked-wind tore-loose a knob-cone
from my-branch. As it plummeted toward the waiting blue-sea, it bounced-upon a
rock outcropping spilling forth tiny red-seeds; one fell into a crack just a
few-feet below my-feet. Glory! My-progeny! A-future! My value-virtue secured!
Simply an-observer!? Perhaps!? I’ll
not-challenge any-destiny! Just---true-Live!...and,
-Love!
Until time-in-space is-called and I must
leave-this-post---Praise! Honor! Glory!...Satiated!
They did-not carve me for some
“cookie-cutter” subdivision plat-house. I---lived…My-way!
Listen-soft!---Live!...”Whisper-wind”! Escarpment-echoes!
Amen! (So-be-it!)---Amen! (So-it-is!)…Amen!-Amen!
