Monday morning, 7:15 am-
Cameron rose early. He fixed a cup of tea, walked out onto the terrace, took a seat and gazed across the lake. A fallen cloud was giving up its life as it spilled over the lakeshore and crept across the waters in a jagged array of vaporous wisps, half floating over and evaporating and half melting into to the water. Sun rays painted the cessation with colors brighter than a newborn's first look; the waters shone with lavender and orange and lit up the extended foggy fingers with a rainbow of hues. Cameron didn't pray often, but the majesty of the morning's creation was such that he spontaneously sank into a worshipful meditation. Moments later, he broke the silence with a whisper, "thank you," and rose to begin his day with a song in his heart.
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Monday morning, 7:15 am-
Marcus was pissed. And impatient. "Damn fog," he muttered, driving on M14 along the lakeshore with impaired vision. "Knew I shoulda got up earlier. Now I'm running late for work and there has to be a fog so dense I can't see a damn thing." Foot sole pressed down on gas pedal, the anxious choice of acceleration against reason in favor of frustration. Clenched fist met with dashboard in a slam. "Where the hell is the sunlight when you need it?"
Suddenly the fog split apart and the sun's glare blinded him. He flashed one hand over his eyes, jerked the steering wheel with the other and ran his car into the ditch. Marcus didn't pray often, but he was complaining to God now for His obvious lack of concern for him. Rocking the car back in forth in a futile effort to get un-stuck, he swore a sarcastic, "Thanks a whole helluvalot, God."
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Present time, wherever you are here and now-
How did you start your day? Did you pause to look around you? Did you wonder at the immense complexity and beauty of creation? Did you give thanks, or no-thanks for the precious gift of another day?
Marvin D. Wilson
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1 comments:
Another wonderful piece of writing. Marvin, have you ever thought of publishing an anthology of short stories and essays? I think it would sell really well.
Thanks again to SSG group - I'll be stopping in here more often.
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