The Shadow Of God

“Beauty… is the shadow of God
on the universe.” - Gabriela
Mistral.
The meaning of ‘beautiful’ has
become dull and common place
when in fact the word ’s original
implication indicates that the
person stands out among others.
The touch of mysterious allure
possessed by certain sights gives
me this joie de vivre of being
fortunate to have the shadow of
God casted upon me. I can’t help
but admire one of God’s
masterpieces. A Mona Lisa
bringing out the full grandeur of
God ’s creation. There is this one
whose marvel I simply can’t find a
repository for in my mind. Her
image seems to evaporate each
time I try to make out her face in
my mind ’s eye. Perhaps I haven’t
had my fill of watching her yet.
Immaculately designed, precisely
engineered, finished to perfection
and full in the right places. She
has these eyes … these shiny
innocent eyes that would keep
you under the spell of savouring
that moment of holding your
gaze. Eyes that seem to peer into
the heart ’s abyss- the heart of
hearts. Eyes that could keep a
basilisk dazed forever. Eyes that
seem to say “if you think my eyes
are beautiful, it’s because they are
looking at you”. And that coy
smile of polite geniality which
seems to melt the very heart for
my existence. I get close enough,
ostensibly to help her in solving a
math problem (well of course she
does need my help) but in actual
fact to get a whiff of her ethereal
beauty- to bask in her ambience. I
try as much as possible not to be
transfixed by the cleavage of
those B-cups (boy keeping my
eyes off those is like denying
myself one of nature’s rare
spectacles). I burn hundreds of
calories to keep my eyes focused
onto the page, trying to give her
face a miss. I give in too soon and
stealthily raise my eyes to look at
the lips. Gosh! What I saw blew
me away. I was like… like… Gone
With the Wind! They were the
cutest lips I ’ve ever seen.
Succulent well defined Cupid’s
bow… boy kissing those lips
would feel like falling into a drum
of honey. My eyes were firmly
fixed to it like glue. The sight
whetted my appetite but had to
restrain myself from wetting my
lips as I was under radar.
Someone else might be watching.
I withdraw my eyes quickly onto
the page as I wouldn ’t want her
lifting her eyes to catch me ogling
her lips. Now can ’t catch her
staring cos she’s supposed to.
Can’t because I’m supposed to
look her and everyone else in the
eye. Boy how I wish it was a
different setting. Can ’t tell if seeds
of affection have sprouted in my
heart or if it ’s infatuation (which I
hope it’s not the latter).
Senses cannot grasp this marvel
that makes me want to gorge
myself with every part of her.
Perhaps something else …
something different… something
to serve as compensation…
something beyond the senses…
Hush! Hush! This should be on the
QT. wouldn ’t want the rumour mill
turning about this enchanting
marvel that I ’m developing a soft
spot for- the shadow of God.