Her fiery red hair is emblazoned with the reflection of the vibrantly bright moon. I cannot take my eyes off of her. She is the picture of perfection as a soft breeze catches a wisp of a silky strand of her hair, guides it across her pristine forehead and caresses her delicately formed cheek. A graceful hand reaches up to gently persuade the unruly tress to return to its place.
She seems to be deep in thought as she gazes at the many stars. A smell of cherry blossoms is in the air and her soft dress hugs her statuesque form. Her beauty is all encompassing. My senses breathe in the heady fragrance. She is the epitome of everything beautiful God has made on the earth.
Now I know why God said that it is not good that man should be alone – not when He has created a stunning creature such as this. She is the quintessence of His creations -- the very embodiment of His Magnificence. There can be nothing more beautiful in all of the earth.
All of creation seems to stand at attention as she begins to turn – slowly at first. Her head tilts slightly and she looks at me with piercing blue eyes. She smiles.
Blood rushes to my head with expectation, taking in the vision. I can stand it no longer. I reach out my hand . . .
“Hey, buddy, whatcha doin’ out here alone?" A heavy hand lands on my shoulder jolting me back to the present. “The party’s inside. You’re missing a lot of fun. What’s the matter?”
“Oh! Oh, nothin’ . . . a dream, I guess . . . .”
“Why’re you rubbin’ your head? Does it hurt?”
“She was beautiful.”
“Oh, some dream.”
“Yeah, she had red hair and blue eyes and . . . “
“Oh, one of those dreams that only comes true once in a very blue moon.”
“A blue moon, huh?”
“Yeah, well, I gotta get back in, they’re startin’ another dance. Come on in, maybe that red-headed gal is in there dancin’. Ya don’t wanta miss her.”
“No, I sure wouldn’t want to miss her.”
Burying his head in his hands, Craig prays, “Lord, You have shown me the desire of my heart. I have waited so long for the girl You have prepared for me. I now ask You for her.”
Sitting in the tranquil night, rubbing his temples, a most fragrant aroma reaches him. It is the smell of cherry blossoms. He looks up and sees that he has returned to the rapturous scene. His heart jumps to think he can spend a few more minutes with this vision of loveliness.
He sees her turn. This time she speaks as her blue eyes sparkle. Can it be that the vision is real? “Oh, hello, I just came out here to get a breath of fresh air. I don’t believe I have met you. My name is Elizabeth, but most people call me Lizzie. What’s your name?”
He immediately stands. “Name . . . my name . . . uh, my name is Craig . . . Craig Matthews. I . . . I apologize for stuttering, it’s just that you are so beautiful.” He notices the way her perfectly shaped mouth forms each word. He could watch her speak forever. She reaches out her hand to shake his. She feels real, she looks real. "Lord, this time let her be real."
It is hard to take his eyes off of her for even an instant, but he can’t help but notice, over her shoulder, a thin layer of clouds has covered the moon making it look blue . . . very blue indeed.
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