Beauty From Ashes

Beauty From Ashes
(Isaiah 61:3)

The chances of it happening were infinitesimal-
Like two atoms colliding, careening in opposite directions.
Except one of the atoms, the one most affected-
Turned, and chased after you.

It really should not have happened-
Perchance 'twas chance arranged our meeting-
Orchestrating our clandestine exchange-
Delighted by its effect on our fate.

Or, rather, my fate - I'm the one that did the math-
Figured out the chances in base-7 to ten decimal places,
Reduced fate or coincidence, whichever you prefer,
To a series of numbers, reproducible by machine.

You're the one who threw the rope down the well-
Not because you heard the screaming-
But because of your very nature-
Caring and passionate even in a passing, capricious at best.

You might have let down the rope,
But it was still I who had to climb out.
Clawing and gnashing at the walls I'd built around myself-
(The closes I hope I ever get to schizophrenia)

I couldn't handle the change, you see-
Norwood, his wall torn down, exposed to the arrows-
(Walls designed to keep things out also do an excellent job of keeping them in, as well)

A bit of shock at seeing the gates unlocked is normal -
Like most prisoners, I ran out of the doors-
Looking for the one who unlocked it.

I saw you, so it was you I chased-
Straight into space, and watched you play-
A dance, moving in and out of something...
(It was a long time before I figured out what it was)

I started from the wrong direction-
It was you I saw, so it was you I tried to dance with-
Begged to cut in, but you were distracted-
Looking past me, at...

You were reflecting its light-
The background to everything-
So obvious that most people miss it,
Take it for granted, forget it and move on.

It was the light you were dancing with-
Stepping in, withdrawing - pulled back into shadows-
I wanted to help you - shine my keychain flash of light-
And chase away your shadows.
I didn't, though, couldn't - and the shadows took you.

I saw how they enveloped you- devoured your soul-
My dance was different then yours-
I knew I couldn't withdraw- shouldn't leave-
Years spent in shadows don't make for pleasant nostalgia.

I hoped for and waited on you to come back-
Not for my reasons, though-
I've started my orbit-
Following in the steps of your dance.

I know your shadows will flee-
If you only return, and stay this time-
Long enough to become  the background light-
Not just a reflection but a beacon.

You led me to hope, brought me to truth
I can't understand how you could leave-
You won't come back, though- and I can't make you-
I can't run from the truth, not even to chase you.

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The chances of it happening were infinitesimal-  Like two atoms colliding, careening in opposite directions.  Except one of the atoms, the one most affected-  Turned, and chased after you.   
It really should not have happened-  Perchance 'twas chance arranged our meeting-  Orchestrating our clandestine exchange-  Delighted by its effect on our fate.   
Or, rather, my fate - I'm the one that did the math-  Figured out the chances in base-7 to ten decimal places,  Reduced fate or coincidence, whichever you prefer,  To a series of

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Author's Note

I feel like I owe you the backstory behind this one...

but I'm going to wait, because it's going to take awhile to explain, LOL ;)

The verse reference, though - reads (I'm including a bit more):

1 The Spirit of the Sovereign LORD is on me,
because the LORD has anointed me
to preach good news to the poor.
He has sent me to bind up the brokenhearted,
to proclaim freedom for the captives
and release from darkness for the prisoners, [a]

2 to proclaim the year of the LORD's favor
and the day of vengeance of our God,
to comfort all who mourn,

3 and provide for those who grieve in Zion�
to bestow on them a crown of beauty
instead of ashes,
the oil of gladness
instead of mourning,
and a garment of praise
instead of a spirit of despair.
They will be called oaks of righteousness,
a planting of the LORD
for the display of his splendor.

This is one of the scriptures Jesus quoted in the synagogue, and said he fulfilled. (Luke 14-28)

Reviews

[Adela Muresan]

A wonderful piece, even dough it's a little disappointing that she was taken by the shadows�.

I love the description of love trough mathematics ,because it is my belief that love is the only logical thing ( it's hard to explain dough.... haha , gemini souls don't always seem the same)

The happiness bought by love into your soul, is very well described here, creating some sort of harmony.

*****Poem.

A.M.