Post by redskyatnight on Mar 4, 2009 15:16:11 GMT -5
I got into a conversation in a bar Saturday night in Lynchburg, VA. That's the same city where Jerry Fallwell has his college. This person, who on first meeting appeared to be normal, called Obama the anti-Christ and that revelation will come to pass in the year 2012. It was a very different evening!
After all this time, she still did not know exactly what his hands looked like. She had never studied them or noticed them really, taking for granted they would always be available for further examination, should she ever decide to be curious.
Now that time seemed to be running out, she regretted neglecting the privilege of holding them. She could see now for the first time how young they seemed and in some strange way how fragile. She marveled that they had no lines, no resistance, no sign of struggle or defiance.
No one could say really why any of this was so, and if they could, she understood this would mostly be a made up story to make her feel better, to distract her from everything she knew now she would not have, of everything she understood now, she would not hold.
In lieu of a story she would have this picture. In lieu of his hands, she would have this memory: how he sat on the bench with a child on each side and without malice or pride, folded his hands together and let her go.
[quoting Walt Whitman] "To drive free, to love free, to court destruction with taunts, to feed the remainder of life with one hour of fullness and freedom - one brief hour of madness and joy."