Generous

On the day of generous mercies there will be a strong man sitting at the head of the table. He is strong because he has weathered the storm and by doing so has much improved the quality of himself. On this day he will be seated like a king with a company of angels attending his needs. This is a day when he shall say to himself, "I have finally made it." and all of the hours that he dreamed so of peace will be as a meal set in array for him to eat at his leisure. On the day of generous mercies this man will be adorned in the finest of linen, shinny and black, to signify his association with the heavenly stars that are cradled in dark timeless wisdom and the arrangement of his clothing shall be neat and clean as all of the times of struggles and uncertainties will be washed into the sea of not to be remembered any more as you have found your way to the head seat. He is a strong man because his weakness added faith to him and in the power of his faith he was given strength and that strength made him stronger within. On this day he will have a signet stamped onto his forehead that no mortal can read and the eyes of knowledge will know him by this namesake for all eternity.

Long ago a man had two wives and so it was that he loved one of them more than he did the other. Sisters by birth, the younger woman was very beautiful and the older had lovely eyes. Long ago there was a heart troubled because it felt no kinship with love and love could not be persuaded even by lovely eyes. The tale is written to give structure to another subject and yet the individual tales of the two women are heartwarming in the overall picture. Long ago a man had two wives and the older woman is denoted as having very lovely eyes but there was pain in her heart because she did not feel herself to be good enough in and of herself to be solely loved for herself and her lovely eyes only shielded the sorrow that she felt inside. The story is pasted down and is well understood even to this day, as there is even now so many lovely eyes that tears do shade. Long ago there was a woman who never sensed the true expression of love for her and although the mother of a nation she simply vanishes without a trace from the narrative as it is related. "Lovely eyes take heart this hour, for you are loved in the fullness of the heart. Lovely eyes spanning the ticks of time, you are dearly loved from years and eras wide." The older sister is said to have very lovely eyes and through those eyes we reach backwards and forward into time and when she walks alone let her know that far away she is dearly loved simply for self forever so.

It was like so unreal. Like a shadow caught between two dimensions. Like a vapor slowly evaporating from contact with solar sensors. Everything had changed. Worlds had collided and it was hard to distinguish which of any one that you were now apart of. The familiar seemed so strange as like being there and not being there at the same instant in a leaping time daze. The same pare of eyes seeing two distinct visions and the same mind playing tricks with reality that it attempts to define. Everything looks so different and yet everything is exactly the same as they were. Feeling disconnected and disjointed with no past and no future in an unknown void that is precise and current to the never experienced before. Everything has changed but only in the mind is the effects made plain. Wide awake and in a dream like state, half believing and half not seeing. It is all so strange. Everything has changed. The mind is gone on a voyage in an attempt to find something of substance to lay hold but cannot grip the unreal and cannot grasp the real. Like being in a hallow shell moving about without solid form and like a single grain buried within a very large pile of sand. It is like so unreal. Like a shadow without a body, like vague to the extreme.

One morning as a woman stood in front of a mirror doing her hair she noticed two strains of gray in her stylized headwear. For some few awkward moments she was at a lost as to what she should do. Two of many can easily be clipped and no one save her would be the wiser. There is also the option of dye to be applied as a concealment. Then there is of course the option of leaving them where they are as they are and perhaps manage a way to evenly dress them into her current hairstyle. She had questions in her mind such as what will the spattering of gray in her hair do to her sex appeal and why had she not noticed these two strains yesterday morning? She examined the rest of her hair carefully and found no other gray strains besides those two. She thought with a shiver that tomorrow morning she may wake up and her whole head will be gray and even worst there may be strange lines in her face. She took a paper towel and wiped the mirror clean and not to her surprise the two gray strains of hair were just that much clearer to be seen. She does not have the time right now but just as soon as she returns home she will resolve this concern by the most appropriate means as her feelings of self deems it fit to be.