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Topic: Seasons (12/08/03)
TITLE: Ask, Seek and Knock
By Marrita ajfk;jakjfkd;a
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Still balancing, she looked up for a moment at the rain as it fell from an unknown origin in the darkened sky. The change in perception caused Marium to lose her balance and begin to fall into the street. Before her body could hit the pavement and the cars zoom over her, she was caught by an elderly man. His arm curved under her back as he effortlessly lifted her to her feet.
Marium stood in amazement at this man. Her first thought was of Santa Claus with his long white beard, but the clothes did not fit that persona. The old man was dressed in a nice midnight blue pinstriped suit and polished black loafers.
How out of place this man seemed. The streets were dirty from pollution, cars drove past without a care for pedestrians, shops were boarded up, a dirty gas station loomed across the street, and right behind the man was a dingy smoke filled bar. Marium stared at her helper with peaked curiosity, her own depressed state forgotten for the moment.
“What brought you here?” she asked in a slightly accusatory tone.
The old man’s eyes glittered and sparkled as he chuckled. He placed a warm hand on her shoulder and replied, “Why, you of course!”
Marium was dumbfounded. She didn’t know this man, nor had she ever seen him before in her life. He didn’t fit in here, an outcast with too much brightness on this gloomy street. Why had he come for her?
“Mister, I don’t know you. How could you have come here for me?” Marium clenched her fists in anger, sure she had become the butt of some joke.
The old man’s voice danced on the air as he spoke, “Child, I’ve known you all your life. Just because you didn’t see me doesn’t mean I wasn’t there. I come when I’m needed, when the seasons change.” His smile broadened with a wisdom so deep it encompassed his face completely.
“Seasons change, “ Marium mumbled to herself while looking up again at the sky. The rain still came down, yet neither she nor this man got wet. Marium struggled to understand what this man was saying.
“What do you mean? I don't get it. What does that have to do with me?” Marium couldn’t fathom how a stranger could care about her.
“Dear, sweet girl,” the old man began as he reached out and stroked her cheek with fatherly love,” When the earth is wrought with drought it gets the water it needs. When a tree is in need of light, the sun’s rays bend to find it’s branches. When nature needs cleansed, it snows. When it needs rebirth it rains. The seasons change when desperation shouts out to them.”
In exasperation, Marium yelled and began to cry.
“This doesn’t make any sense. How does that answer why you came for me?”
The old man reaches out and grabs onto the young woman, who falls into his strong arms willingly. The old man held her head up and whispered,
“Child, you say you weren’t desperate, but did you not want freedom from your pain? Did you not seek hope? Were you not standing on the threshold waiting for a new door to be opened? I came because you asked, I saved you because you sought to be saved, and now I’ve opened the door of hope because you knocked. I have come, dear child, because you need light to grow. You were wilting in this fallen world, I bent down to meet you.”