If That Isn't Love
The
Day Love and Life Met
– D'Andrea's
Story
For
as long as D'Andrea could remember, she had always wanted to meet
Emmanuel a/k/a Mr. Right. Her
Mr.
Right! And
the day that she finally did meet him, she truly understood what all
the girls at the mission meant when they talked about meeting “the
one!”
He
was not classically handsome. In truth, he wasn't much to look at!
He
was tall – but not imposing.
He
was dark, and light, and fair, and comfortable-looking.
He
wasn't so important that she couldn't get close to, or reach for,
him.
He
wasn't so cold and formal and judgmental and imposing and intimidating
that she would want to pass him by with nary a second look.
He
was, well, like Bear Mom's porridge. He was just right! Kinda.
He
didn't have a house, or any visible means of transportation.
He
had an entourage, and a lot of groupies, and hangers-on but what
made him worth knowing was the fact that the two
most important big-wigs in the country hated him!
Family
by marriage, rich, and politically connected, An Nas and Cai A. Phas,
hated anyone who was more popular than themselves, and who – they
believed – took glory away from their house, and their productions.
Truth
be told, it was being bandied about that those two were plotting
to have Emmanuel killed!
Emmanuel
didn't even have a job though, it was said, he was a master craftsman
having trained and worked under the eminent Davidite artisan Joseph
Carpenter, and it was a fact that all he seemed to do was walk up and
down the countryside, and the seaside, talking to the locals as
though he was canvassing for elective office.
Some
of the people who had met him personally had reported that he had
some unknown power controlling him for he was able to dismiss their
impossibilities as if they never were!
The
day that D'Andrea met Emmanuel was the day that D'Andrea finally
found her home, her heart, her love and her true life.
D'Andrea's
recent life was one fraught with frustration, frugality,
feeble-mindedness, filth and fomentation.
In
short, her life was not a life or, at least, not a life worth living.
Disappointment,
drudgery, deprivation, disavowal and disturbance were her realities.
What
was to become of her?
Then,
she heard the noise, and she knew! This was going to be her day!
Come
hell, or high water, D'Andrea determined, then and there, that she
was going to meet her
Emmanuel!
Yes!
He has her Emmanuel
and she was going to claim him for her own!
And,
then, there he was! Right in front of her face!
Oh,
his eyes! Such beautiful eyes!
There
was a banked fire burning in those eyes that bid one to come and rest
for a while, and forever.
And,
that voice! How it undulated as it flowed and covered one in the wet
and wonderful warmth as of a soothing bath!
Emmanuel's
words as sound on silent wind caress D'Andrea's soul, and there is
ecstasy.
Finally.
Finally!!
No
more lies!
No more half-truths!
No more dissembling!
Here
is her heart! He took it!
Here
is past life. He cleansed it!
Here
is love made true. She accepted it!
Emmanuel
loves
D'Andrea loves
Emmanuel, and it is righteous.
D'Andrea's life has met her love, and she is ... home!
