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Sandy Beach
A man speaks to his newfound
sweetheart under the beautifully encrypted sunset of the painted sky. “My love,”
he said, “I have searched for you all my life, and now I have brought you to
the only place that I find as beautiful as you. Look! Off there in the
distance! Do you see the sun crawling down the sky, as it calmly says goodnight
to us and good morning to those on the other side?”
“I do, but why must you bring me so
far out here on this cold summer’s night?” said the lovely maiden.
“Why, my dear? Well, can’t you see?
This place, it is far greater than any other place and the cold chill of the
night makes my heart desire to hold you closer, to stay true to our love. You
see, as I walk with you by this ocean side, I cannot help but admire your
beauty and see the glorious gift that God gave me: sending you into my life.”
“Oh, my dear, I knew I loved you! I
knew I did!” cried the girl. “The only man I could dare say ‘I love you’ to, would
be you, for your heart is so refined and pure from all the others.”
“My love,” spoke the young man, “I
am left speechless, for you words have cut my tongue and pierced my heart.”
The romantic night got darker, as
the couple sat and stared into the starry night, on the soft sand of the
wondrous beach. As they went to sit down the man took off his white, warm coat and
laid it on the soft, dreamy sand for his love to rest upon. The night grew
cold, but his love for her grew warmer and warmer.
“My love,” said the man, as he carefully
filed through each tiny grain of sand, that fell trough his tender hands, “even
if I were to count each individual grain of sand on this beach and all other
beaches in the world, the abundance thereof would not be as great as my love for
you. Your smile radiates with happiness, as the moon begins to rise high into
the sky; for it is your happiness that brings me joy and your tears that break
my heart. But do not fear my love, for I will not let you stay sad for much
longer. Our time here is limited, but my love for you is eternal and our tears
shall be shed together. To think that I have been searching for you my whole
life is incredibly hard to imagine. Come, my love, let us walk.”
The beautiful couple got up from
their restful spot and began to walk down the beach, with the white foamy waves
floating alongside them. While under the clear moonlight that was breaking
through the senseless clouds, they came to a tall, gallant, stone arch found on
the southern side of the shoreline.
“Oh how my heart is gladdened this
night,” said the women “and I never would have expected to find such a
beautiful place with a man as handsome and gracious as you are.”
“Well, my dear, as I have been told
since I was young, ‘a heart will teach you all things, good and bad, but the
feelings you receive from other’s hearts are how you know you are truly in
love.’ This arch that we stand under was created by a supreme power, through
the waves and the sand, but the power of that being brought me to you and has
made my heart change so much that it has fallen in love with you.”
“Oh my...” said the women
astonishingly, “I cannot seem to find the words to respond to such great poetry.”
“My dear, do not speak,” calmed the
young man, putting his finger to her mouth, “for your unbreakable love has already
spoken your words for you.” He fell gently to one knee. “So, answer me this one
question… Will you marry me?”
“Yes!” she cried, as she fell to
the ground, “Of course I will! When I first met you, I would not have said yes,
but now that I know your heart, I cannot say no. I love you.”
“My dear, I love you too, and no
power in the sky could ever be capable of taking my love from you. Let us go
and share our love with our families and friends, for your eyes are gleaming
with the sight of tears and I do not want to see you cry.”
“But,” said the woman calmly,
“these tears are different; they are not tears of sadness, but tears of joy and
love.”
The newly united couple ran back to
their car and drove off into the still, silent night. Yet as the youth and joy
left that cold summer’s night, the sun began to rise and shine with glorious
colors. In the morning, a family arrived at the same beach that the lovers had
recently departed from that night.
“Honey, look at that beach. Does it
look familiar?” asked the husband excitedly.
“Oh my goodness, it is so different
than what I remember,” said the wife, discouraged.
“What do you mean?”
“Well, this is the same beach that,
twenty years ago, you asked me to be your wife and now it is far more ugly and
nothing like what I fell in love with before.”
“Well,
honey,” said the husband fearfully, “maybe others still find it beautiful.”
“How? There is nothing here but a
sandy beach and an old stone arch that is covered with ugly shells. Look at the
ocean, the waves that crash on the beach, they do nothing but make the sand shrink
and disappear.”
Almost instantly, the ocean
departed from that place, the archways, under the once glorious ocean, became
visible and the sun rose high into the sky. The land heated up and the beautiful
sandy beach grew larger and larger as the water diminished. Millions of arches appeared and the heat grew
so intense that nearly all life that was ever capable of living left that
place, and those that failed to make it out, died. This valley of death, as it
is now called, became a glorious encryption of stoned arches and intriguing
artwork, but the true beauty of the once glorious and sandy beach could never
be seen again. To have love for something must mean that the love for them will
never fade, no matter how much the object, substance, or person changes over
time. Just as the waves shape, mold, and diminish the stones into sand, so must
we embrace the changes that fall upon our shores.
Derek
(refindthetime)
11/6/08
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