Maria: A Living Mystery

English: Apple orchards in Kolomenskoye (Mosco...

By Delbert H. Rhodes

Many are the years since first he saw her. He recalls the day well: sunny with a mild breeze sweetly kissing the treetops. The orchards were fresh with the scent of apples and the tree limbs hung lowly from the weight they bore.
Suddenly a most beautiful vision flirted with his eyes, the woman was lovely and he immediately hungered for her. She stood a few yards away but (that moment) yards might have been miles; vast and arduous would have been the traverse; a small thing to ask of love, and he loved her.Yes, he loved her, and though her voice remained absent from him, all she represented ravaged him. As would the fetus clinging to its caring, protecting and loving mother, the woman swelled inside him.

The years too are now tired, yet the man is bliss with his feelings, passionately kissed by his thoughts, still, taunted by his mind. Maria is her name. No, during his youth he never heard it, none ever told it to him, her (true) name, and never did he ask.

During his childhood, and since, he has sweetly held a loving relationship with the Mother, the Virgin Mother. Many were the times he sat in Church and watched her. A life in stone but special to him; she fascinated the boy. Hers was the face of an Angel, and young though he was, he loved her.

This love was of a different type and though special it was not his love for Maria. The similarities rested only in namesake and sweetness. The Mother is Celestial, his love for her is holy. Maria lives here, his love for her is human.

Now here today he lies dying: and as the unknown claims his life, surrounding him is her living memory.

Maria, the woman he has never held; the woman he has never kissed.

Yes, the pangs of love are mysterious, yet, none more mysterious than she. Many are the years since his speech left him; still, without a living voice he retraces his youth, and the aching days and nights for her.

(Standing beside the old man’s bed, silently, Maria, too, recalls the days. Oh…lovely were the days…)

As his beautiful blue eyes grow dim tears brighten hers. She knew of this man’s great love for her, and felt the sweet joy of him (all) around her-all over her. Yet would never surrender to him. Never once did she acknowledge his feelings.

Then, was another day and time; and she was a different woman; perhaps, too self-involved, or, blinded; or, could it have been a girlish foolishness, or, female pride? Whatever the answers, no matter the reasons: “now” she is here and with him. Together the two share his final moments; together and at last, they are one.

(From a distant radio, a most wonderful song)

Slowly and while smiling, the old man closes his eyes. Maria’s lovely hand against his heart, he leaves this life. Now, and without him and inside the “Ave Maria,” tenderly, she cries.

Copyright 2012 Delbert H. Rhodes

 

We Don’t Need Love (For Each Other): A Hurting Country Heart

A Silhouette of SadnessBy Delbert H. Rhodes

 As I sat there and thought about her, I felt (so) sorry for what I’d done, I just wanted to crumble and then (up) and run away.

I just turned around to face her with the words fighting in my mind, but somehow I had to tell her anyway.

 Still I didn’t know how to face it, not today.

I said, “Darling please forgive me, I don’t know why but it happened, you see I think that I simply lost my mind.”

“I was wild and filled with liquor and I thought my feelings for her were strong, but sweetheart right now and on my knees, I know that I was wrong.”

 Lucy just stood there gazing at me and not one word came from her mouth, and while the tears ran down her face, suddenly, she smiled.

She said, “Johnny, we don’t need love for each other, we don’t need time for this to mend, we (just) need all of us forever, but we don’t need love.”

Holding her head down and her body shaking my Lucy smiled and then walked away. Not once, would she look back nor would she stay.

 As I sat there and watched her leave me, her words wrestling in my mind, the starry sky began to rumble with fiery rain. 

I asked, Johnny how could you do it, and I swear I looked through blinded eyes, and may God forgive me; but for the likes of me, I wondered why. 

 I’m a 300-pound bruising bulldog and facing me any man would die, but through mama’s eyes all I could do was cry.

As I lied there in the mud with my body trembling in the rain, crying, I was humbled from my pain.

From somewhere in the distance her words keep rolling through my mind and for the rest of my life I hear them time after time… “We don’t need love for each other, we don’t need time for this to mend, we [just] need all of us forever, but we don’t need love….”

Copyright 2012 Delbert H. Rhodes