Him: Babe?
Her: Yes?
Him: I love you.
Her: How much?
Just as Christ saw the gathering crowd and was moved by compassion… You would have ‘loovved’ the way He paused and illuminated when people were gathering around Him, it’s like I can still witness them calling to Him. – Oh’ that reminds me of Cephas… becoming concerned about the time… “his time”. But Blessed Christ, He says, to Cephas without breaking gaze in the moment He was in.
“I have accounted for my time. That is why I can take it with them,”
But Cephas… Cephas… I would say I wonder whether he ever came to understand Agape in its Beauty, but I know he didn’t. Wondering, blundering, stiff-eared fellow. Always something to say about what he had yet to hear. Ugh I digress. You were asking about love, and I have allowed Cephas to interrupt us. He was rather good at that.
Consider it, Babe. The unmovable, moved. The One who fashioned the cosmos, who fixed hopes, dreams, ambitions in their places, leaving light as bread crumbs for field mice in the dark as they wonder for direction causing ripples of reflected beauty across the heavens… Yes, that is how it was; watching them gather around Him. Or was it bread crumbs for light, forgive me as the memory is a bit distant from what has me now…
You should have seen His face. He was as an An Angel of Light… Ye… A Father of Lights!
Though there is something of that light in your face… There, just about the eyes. It was worth keeping the stars in the telling; I thought you might recognize something… (…)
Her: You seem to remember quite a bit.
Him: I had a reason to pay attention.
Her: And what was that?
Him: You do ask “how much” as though you intend to hold me to an answer for all eternity.
He stayed. Long enough for those at the back to come closer. Long enough for someone who had rehearsed a question all morning to forget it and begin again. Cephas could have learned something from that pause, had he stopped pressing for that beautiful moment to come to its climax. I would say I wonder, I do not wonder about Cephas, I know he and his type are yet forcing Beauty to Climax
“…I have time…”. I have always been fond of that part.
And now, here you are, sitting beside me, asking what all this has to do with how much I love you. Well, I could hardly arrive at your question unprepared. Just as He let them come close, come close to me. When something troubles you, let me hear it. Take the time you need. If the words escape you, begin again. I am never so occupied with the world that I cannot attend to the world sitting beside me.
Her: And if I keep you here all evening?
Him: Then we shall have to forgive Cephas. Apparently, I had somewhere to be after all.
Her: …
Him: Here… With you. Never so hard that your tenderness cannot reach me. Never so fixed in my ways that love cannot move me.
Just as I AM moved by you. I AM moved for you.
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