Fair and Bright

Who is this that appears like the dawn, fair as the moon, bright as the sun, majestic as the stars in procession?
-Song of Songs 6:10


For two hours you’ve been walking through room after room in the home of some friend of a friend you’ve met twice in passing. Nothing interests you, the conversations float around your head like clusters of butterflies whose wings are too silent to truly fly. Though you arrived as a security blanket for your friend, she is nowhere to be found. Her focus found the right ears and attention draws to her in the drawing room. So you slip out, circle the kitchen, the basement, the dining room and even the laundry room, hoping for some semblance of solitude from the madness of monotony. In a last effort, you find yourself back to the front room, where windows touch ceiling and floor, your favorite song floats through the stereo and, for a moment, you think you could sail to Jupiter from the propelling melody and stars beckoning outside the panes.

You’re there, half listening to the people chattering around you. It’s nothing new, same old gossip and groaning.

But then you hear a voice. A new voice. Following the sound, you make your way to the other side of the room. The voice belongs to a man. There is something about him that intrigues you. Maybe it’s the way he carries himself, with a quiet confidence. Or the fact, you realize with sudden self-awareness, that he is surrounded by a sea of people. They swarm, as if they cannot get deep enough into his space. You begin to back away, thinking it was silly to follow a sound that could disappear like the wind on a still summer day.

He turns, and your eyes lock. It’s nothing you’ve experienced before; electric, but warm, like lava coursing through your veins. Those eyes- such a clear intensity, bursting behind honest irises. You feel like an awestruck school girl again, too aware of his presence and too afraid to tear yourself away and break the inexplicable link held by an invisible tapestry.

And then he smiles. Slow, slightly crooked, stunningly beautiful. His grin is guided to you. With a wide wave of his lips, you plant your heart in his eyes and admit to yourself that this night, this man, just may have altered the course of your life.


Prayer:
Thank You for always having Your eyes on me, no matter how many others circle around You for Your presence. You seek me out, You see that I am special.