The Christmas Price to Pay

The Christmas Price to Pay

There is always a price to pay for dreams, wishes, and miracles.  He couldn't remember when it wasn't so.  This time and that time.  Always a price.  He willing to pay for the sake of his love ones.  Those times he paid for his mistakes the worse, but the times he paid for his mistakes that weren't mistakes were the most costly in price.  The words had no cut to them.  She sliced and sliced with them, but he knew his heart.  He knew how he felt.  Promises and pledges made at these times are not.  Just shields to stop the slicing.  If he knew the future price, he still would have paid.  There is no price on happiness and the meaning of his life.  His life.  Without her, he had none.  Only existence.  So, what is life without her love.  Nothingness.  The times and whims of God tossed him like a wooden ship in the perfect storm.  Yet, he kept afloat and sailing to his light.  To his lighthouse and family.  The waters and winds ripped and distorted his face.  The nature of waves and their whips he understood from over the years of sailing life's waters.  Strength, determination, and age his friends.  His humanity of caring for her over any other, but their child.  But most of all, his love, need and want of her heart, spirit, and soul.  He, the Lord, wanted her to surrender her essence to him for that was His price for her, her family.  There is always a price to pay for dreams, wishes, and miracles.  His journey to get to the gate of Above Cognitive at a snail pace is something never seen before.

His ship took so much pounding; water filling below.  And like his ship, only a question of how much longer he could last.  He had prayed many times to God and God answered many.  Each time he paid a price.  The phantom toe he had came to his mind.  "God, I need a miracle," as he struggled with the wheel.  He laid his head down on it.  A violent shook the ship took.  Raising his head, the ship straightened its course.  The waves ceased as if by command.  Out of harm's way, now, the time to think of the price to be paid.  What will it be?  This being in the deepest recesses for all his consciousness focused on getting to his family.  Bearings and directions he had none.  The clouds hid the sun and skies.  Antennas and much of his electronics lost due to the winds and waters.  Drifting for days and days.  Food and water supplies running low.  Fishing, no biting.  His mind clear and alert that first miracle day.  Time takes it toll.  Memories through his lifetime.  So good at first, giving way to the not so good times.  Still her image drove him.  Fine woman she was, yet, the fire that stoked him, the burning of his soul needing her essence to give his life meaning; to give his life back to him.  The price of his soul.  The smiling of Satan.  What a price to pay?  Without her, he had no soul.  There would never be the beginning of the journey to the gate and beyond, the land of Above Cognitive.

He had but given up on all hope.  Then, in the distance night sky.  A star like no other.  Of course, being so wise, he thought a planet exploding maybe.  The ship had some diesel left in the tanks.  Use of makeshift sails and the windy days, proved frugal for such a moment.  Faith he had.  The star from her bringing him home.  With all hope and prayers, the beaten-up wooden ship kept tugging along.  Pulling behind all dreams, wishes, and miracles it could pull.  He thought how she must feel.  Only a minute, for he knew she was with him and he knew how she felt.  Like him.  Needing, wanting, caring, and all the love in the world.  It took time for her to learn to see the beginning of Above Cognitive and what it meant.  Only a taste, such concepts only for those special to God to see.  Vain no.  All men and women can see if they looked into their hearts, souls, and the spirit of God, but most, their sight is of man, missing the quintessence of God.  How much more could the wooden ship go.  So, battered and worn.  As if it opened its eyes to the star, it found new strength and might to continue the fight.  There in the distance a blink of light.  Or, was it just his eyes and wishful thinking of the one to make him whole?  The one to hold his hands and being their journey to find meaning of Above Cognitive and its journey's end.

The scope at his eyes and the rising of the sun.  The star still there brighter than in the night.  It looked like a lighthouse, or could it be just a reflection of light from shiny glass.  Push on did his ship.  With each inch ahead he saw more.  Soon, a lighthouse it was.  His heart leaped, only to crash with the puttering of the engine.  Sails and much more tossed overboard to lighten the load.  He banged his head against something.  "What more!"  Toot.  He heard behind a few hundred feet.  A polished big ship.  Jumping up and down and waving of arms the ship pulled aside and tossed a line.  That's all.  No one called down.  He just knew to hook the rope.   It took awhile but soon he was near enough to see some figures on the island's dock.  With all the slicing hatred of him, she grew to love him 'more'.  When he saw her face, he saw tears.  Joy of love filled his heart.  Rope tossed down from above and his ship guided to the dock.  No, hello or anything.  "Thank, you!"  No, reply.  To heck with them, but thank you, anyway.  Before he could tire the rope to the dock, her arms were around him.  What a hello.  The child in between.  The star above which was all so bright flashed and vanished without a good-bye.  With the flash, he thought what a price did she have to pay?  He mentioned this to her, now, they were two being one.  She said an Angel came to her when she prayed and told her there would be a price to pay.  She said whatever it was she would with all her heart.  "What about your soul," the Angel said.  She agreed.  As they walked to the shore, he saw the Christmas trees, yet, no lights.  When is Christmas and where are the lights, he asked?  Oh, she said.  Christmas is today.  She waved her arm and they were on.  The most beautiful sight he ever saw except for her and their child.  When entering their house, a Christmas tree with so many wrappings of gifts.  "I didn't get anyone anything," he said.  "You are here.  That is your gift to me," as she hugged him, again.  After many minutes and all kinds of fun, there was still one little gift under the tree.  It was addressed to their family.  The little girl ripped the gift's wrapping real quick.  In the small box, just a note.  "The price for your gift I paid on that Easter Day.  Merry Christmas! and love to all."  It was signed in their hearts and souls.  In hers, he wrote with gold.  Her essence he felt.