lOoK uP, LuCy
a young man not yet twenty, his dark hair strung over one eye and his head continually bowed in gloom, saw the newspapers on the cold sidewalk. He bought one.
he spotted the headlines, reporting a murder on the edge of town. He turned the page. he saw an advertisement for getting a proper divorce. On page three it talked about the war on terrorism in the middle-east.
then it laughed about Beyonce's newest photo shoot.
The young man wished that it would snow. he wished the flakes would spiral down and fill his vision, nearly to the point where everything, even the paper in his hands, would pass out of sight.
Perhaps what he needed was a decent cup of coffee. but when he drank one, he felt entirely the same. There wasn't much purpose in trying anything, and he could feel the senselessness with every sorry step he took on his way home.
on the steps of his apartment stood a girl he hadn't seen in two years. There were tears in her eyes. her scarf was touching her ears and her cheeks were bright red with the cold. The young man stopped and stared, speechless, until the girl finally straightened and said, "i miss you. I'm very alone."
"makes sense," he replied, grimly smiling. "How could you not? i haven't tasted true love since the last time I saw you."
"I live in the city now," she said. "we should go to dinner."
"Should we?"
The girl nodded. "aren't you cold?" she asked. "When the earth's spinning upside down and everyone seems to be screaming at you to either change or get out, don't you just feel cold?"
the young man could not deny it. He admitted it.
"there are two places we need to go tonight," he said. "We need to eat pizza, a lot of pizza. and then we need to go to church."
"Church?" she returned, incredulously. "it's hardly the time for religion."
"Then what? we hurt each other once because we could not know ourselves. I read some of the Bible. it isn't like the newspapers; people hurt in the Bible, like we did. Like we are. there are so many stories of pain and death and bloodshed, the things we are submerged in day and night. But there was one thing that didn't change, throughout the whole thing."
"and what is that?" Lucy asked.
"A Person Bigger Than All Our Pain Rose The People Out Of The Ashes, Again, And Again. And Lucy, He Can Do It For Us Too."
he spotted the headlines, reporting a murder on the edge of town. He turned the page. he saw an advertisement for getting a proper divorce. On page three it talked about the war on terrorism in the middle-east.
then it laughed about Beyonce's newest photo shoot.
The young man wished that it would snow. he wished the flakes would spiral down and fill his vision, nearly to the point where everything, even the paper in his hands, would pass out of sight.
Perhaps what he needed was a decent cup of coffee. but when he drank one, he felt entirely the same. There wasn't much purpose in trying anything, and he could feel the senselessness with every sorry step he took on his way home.
on the steps of his apartment stood a girl he hadn't seen in two years. There were tears in her eyes. her scarf was touching her ears and her cheeks were bright red with the cold. The young man stopped and stared, speechless, until the girl finally straightened and said, "i miss you. I'm very alone."
"makes sense," he replied, grimly smiling. "How could you not? i haven't tasted true love since the last time I saw you."
"I live in the city now," she said. "we should go to dinner."
"Should we?"
The girl nodded. "aren't you cold?" she asked. "When the earth's spinning upside down and everyone seems to be screaming at you to either change or get out, don't you just feel cold?"
the young man could not deny it. He admitted it.
"there are two places we need to go tonight," he said. "We need to eat pizza, a lot of pizza. and then we need to go to church."
"Church?" she returned, incredulously. "it's hardly the time for religion."
"Then what? we hurt each other once because we could not know ourselves. I read some of the Bible. it isn't like the newspapers; people hurt in the Bible, like we did. Like we are. there are so many stories of pain and death and bloodshed, the things we are submerged in day and night. But there was one thing that didn't change, throughout the whole thing."
"and what is that?" Lucy asked.
"A Person Bigger Than All Our Pain Rose The People Out Of The Ashes, Again, And Again. And Lucy, He Can Do It For Us Too."
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