Standing there, this figure, so bold, so beautiful. Is it real? How can it be real? Everything that could possibly be beautiful to anyone is in this woman. How can this be happening? Am I dreaming? She spreads her wings and shows her light. Amazed all I am able to do is stand, stand in awe of this creature, this beauty, this paradox. I rush to find a logical explanation in my mind, but none can be found. She begins to walk over now. I am thinking of how to greet her. I have never had such a feeling before! Barely breathing I look in her direction; for the light is so bright I cannot return her precious looks. I hear music now, subtle, soft, singing, a direct reflection of the feeling I get from her. My eyes have adjusted to the light now, just as I look near her she calls me over. Dry mouth, sick stomach, and racing thoughts—great. Never have I felt something so real so awesome in my existence. Now I am with her as she falls into my arms, I recognize the face. I know that face! I know that girl. She smiles now in her white garments and robe and has a certain twinkle in her eye. She is pure, untouched, and innocent. As I wrap my arms around her she winces in pain. I let go, wishing no pain against the girl that I have grown so much on. She now is holding where I have touched her. Blackness quickly spreads about her waist. I look at my hands wondering who could do such a thing to such a beautiful girl; my hands were black, filthy and unclean. I try to wash them using anything nearby but I can’t. She tries to wash herself but is forever stained. Then, I hear a voice. Calling out it says, “Son of mine, your touch influences all. I have made you a man to impact those around you, yet you use your touch to ruin the innocent creation I have put into your life. This woman, beautiful, bold, and innocent, has been given so you may love and cherish; yet you take her innocence slowly? My son, I assure you this, let me wash your hands. I cannot restore her, but you both will be pure in my eyes.” I accepted in tears, those healing tears rolled down my cheeks onto my hands. I looked down; my hands were white, clean, and pure. Across from me now this girl, this beauty, smiles at me. Her sides made clean by the grace of her Creator. I smile and look up in amazement. This feeling of joy rushes over me as I take her hand. I look at her and she looks back. Life has been made pure and whole again. This beast has been tamed and this gift preserved.
Chris Kordick
