Gift

I received your gift today, as it flew overhead, carried on a wind from the east, a bouquet of red, yellow and blue balloons, tied together with string, could not have been one hundred feet south of my house as they passed, and heading due west.  How could you imagine, what are the chances they would reach me across the thousands of miles?  Moreover, your timing was amazingly perfect, as I came outside this morning to check the weather and color of sky – predictions of heavy rain today - however, they were beautiful against a bright cerulean forever.  As I watched the balloons swiftly drift by, they moved, rotated, and appeared to jostle for a position to lead, red was in front and your message of love was clear.  There was no question in my mind that they were from you…I knew…which made me smile as I have never smiled before, I could see you and your smile and hear your laughter, arms outstretched as you spun around releasing the balloons, watching them rise, setting your hope free to roam the sky.  How many others had seen this display, I wondered, as they drifted across land and sea, thinking it intended for their eyes, for their heart; how many other hearts would leap to be gathered up, carried along with this gift on their flight, keeping them aloft, spurring them on?  Where from here would they travel on their magical journey, alternatively, might they end up snagged, tangled, and drooping from a saddened and unusually tall old tree?  I was compelled to try to catch them, to prevent such a fate and keep them for myself.  I set off in a sprint, but soon recognized the futility of my efforts as they moved faster than I could run and along with this, I grew painfully aware that they would probably never last.  I realized this was your intent after all and love’s true essence became acutely vivid in my mind…I stopped running and stood there in the middle of the road catching my breath, my head bowed, I then whispered my thank you.

Copyright © Dennis Jones | Year Posted 2015

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