The Sun: Its Wonders

The lively orange danced with cloudy, tinted, yellows in the sky.  She sat in the cool air staring.  Felt the damp wood of the steps underneath her rear.  Sunrise, or sunset, thought not of which or either.  Visions of the excitement of her child, her baby's smile, dancing in the lane under the sun.  Her partner, a lean black and spotted dog.  A handsome one.   A dance of celebration of being with each other.  She knew the wonder was from his unassuming love of both, and her.  'Feeling,' his love.  What kind of man was he.  No, question, for she knew there was no answer.  How do you judge a man when you know no other like him.  With a wink from the sun, she knew His judgement.  Written words haunted her mind, Above Cognitive, dare she.  Thoughts of unmeasured time.  Of him, but mostly of her.  How does she judge herself.  With a wink from the other eye of the sun, she knew His judgement.  His forgiveness.  Begin your journey, be by my side, Above Cognitive, a wonder of the sun.

The sun was going down she noticed.  Hints of darkness filling the sky.  Coldness of the air coming in.  Thoughts of past sunsets, past sunrises.  All she had missed of their wonders.  Now, her test of feelings reaching out to them.  Now, learning their wonders.  Learning the wonders of God.  Past, present, and future belongs to the land of Above Cognitive.  Just the beginning of a thought, but its wonders beginning, too.  There is no lost time in the land of Above Cognitive, but how to get there.  His words she read, but not felt.  How do you feel something not felt before, especially from words.  Was his words reaching her, now.  Or, was his feelings, his heart beating next to hers.  Was she feeling it now.  As hers as been next to his for oh so long.  Her feeling being his driving force to her love, trust, and faith.  Her finding of God, again.  She smiled as the sun dropped behind the trees.  She knew it would arise again tomorrow, as she knew, her love, trust, and faith in him would, too.  She felt it.  The wonders of the sun.  A God's creation as was the land Above Cognitive.

He stared down from the porch onto her.  Saying not a word.  For he knew of her hatred and words would be a lost.  Turning to begin steps to the door and the turning on of lights, he heard a voice.  "Please, come sit."  He knew it was the whispers of the wind, but again.  "Please, do come sit."  Scared, a sin of Satan, but, too, a wonder of the sun if feeling its warmth.  His new warmth opened the door.  Stepping down and sitting by her side.  Scared to Hell.  Temptations there.  What to say.  She spoke, "What did you find in reading all those history books in high school?"  In a daze of thought, eyes to the moon, in silence, "Thank you, God," followed by such great conversation.  What's best to learn what kind of man one is, great conversation.  "Above Cognitive, what does it mean to you?"

A young voice rung out from the house, "Mommy!"  "There it is, its beginning," he said, opening the porch door for her.  Looking beyond the moon, another thank you to God.  Tomorrow morning, the sun and its wonders will shine, again, he knew.  As will the love between a mother and child.  What greatest 'feeling' can there be than between a mother and a child.  What better start to the direction to Above Cognition.  What better way to know what kind of man he was.  His love of mother and child.  Or, is it simply a story continuing as a children's fairy tale about the road to Above Cognitive.