Missed Moments

Oh the frailty of man’s brain!

When faced with a moment so sublime, so awe-inspiring, we cannot enjoy it.

After a day, which can be best described as a summer beer commercial. Including the beach, the beer, campfire, smiles, and of course, grown adults giggling as they splash around in the water.

Everything grew quiet as someone yelled, “Wow, look at that!”

The saying, “Every cloud has a silver lining,” is a lie.

The sun burst through the otherwise overcast day, and golden iridescence seared the outline of the tiny cloud into my memory. Receding waves of the lowering tide crashed upon the beaten sand, that at places resembled the markings of a great siberian tiger. The light haloed the rock outcroppings, one that looked like a drowned wizard’s hat, another that looked like a man’s face (he will not be giving his plastic surgeon a favorable review).

And then it happened, people stopped absorbing this breath of natural majesty. A clawing voice ripped me from my solitary reflection, and through the communal silence, asking me to write a sonnet about the sunset. Lame. There was bickering about someone taking pictures with their phone at the very least. I conceded, but the camera did not give satisfaction.

And how could it? A camera, no matter how big the lens & how advanced the tech, cannot capture anything like the miraculous mechanism of the human eye. It isn’t about aperture, exposure, and composition.

Time cannot be trapped, cannot be held in your hand, or in a microchip. That picture is a fraud, a replica that will never even come close to matching up to the real moment; and to think that some people will voluntarily miss out in the pursuit of freezing time.

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Rogue Tear

The particulars are not necessary. All you need to know is that I was in a moment of complete vulnerability in prayer.

Tears were coming down my face, taking the usual path down my cheek, and falling off of my chin. When I felt one single tear jump from my eyelash and land on the knuckle of the middle finger on my right hand. Curious.

It traveled down slowly to my wrist, mirroring the blue vein. I must have sat there, completely at peace, for a minute or two. Just staring. The tear didn’t absorb into my skin, and neither did it’s trail.

How odd.

What was this tear up to? Was it trying to tell me something? Was it too looking for an adventure in a place it had never been before? Or was the fact that it wasn’t sinking into the top layer of my skin telling me that I am exactly in the right place in my life right now?

Or…was it just a drop of salt water, that was having a difficult time getting back into my system due to the cocoa butter lotion I had put on an hour prior?

I am by no means scientifically minded, but I do know that tears don’t have cognitive powers of their own; but no matter, I was captivated.

This cluster of hydrogen and oxygen (and sodium?) molecules, this rogue tear, dried up my other tears. As I stared, I realized that I stopped thinking about what effect these situations would have on me, and started to really pray for those that I promised to pray for.

This rogue tear showed me the folly of my tears.

Do not pray without the belief of God’s love in your heart. Do not speak if your actions will not back up your words. And in the moments when you think you have all the answers, or at least you think you know exactly what to say…

Be quiet and listen.