“Honey?” She stopped. A wave of uncertainty passed through her.
His eyes sparkled with their usual youthful luster. She always marvelled at how people's eyes never aged, and how a child was always contained there. You just had to know how to look. She continued on, “Something happened today. We need to talk.”
Concern crossed his face, and then he looked uncertain as to what he should be concerned about. He put down his fork. The movement made her uneasy. She pushed on.
“I was visited by an angel today.”
His eyes stilled, and his lips parted slightly. Time stopped in their parting. She looked away, and half-focused on the water glass in front of her. It seemed to make things easier...
“I saw in his hand a long spear of gold, and at the iron's point there seemed to be a little fire. He appeared to me to be thrusting it at times into my heart, and to pierce my very entrails; when he drew it out, he seemed to draw them out also, and to leave me all on fire with a great love of God. The pain was so great, that it made me moan; and yet so surpassing was the sweetness of this excessive pain, that I could not wish to be rid of it. The soul is satisfied now with nothing less than God. The pain is not bodily, but spiritual; though the body has its share in it. It is a caressing of love so sweet which now takes place between the soul and God, that I pray God of His goodness to make him experience it who may think that I am lying.”
She looked back at his eyes again, and tried to weigh their response. She found herself looking into the eyes of a stranger...
- The Fool
- statuary: The Ecstasy of St. Teresa, Gian Lorenzo Bernini (1652).
- quote from The Life of St. Teresa of Jesus, Teresa of Avila (1515-1582).
- the posting first appeared @ "Shouting in the Dark" 2007