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An old friend
It was by destined accident that I came about an old relationship of mine, not that long ago. He happened to be right where I was going to bump into him. He asked me if I wouldn’t mind sitting down with him and listening to a nice story of his. I said “Sure, why not,” to my long time acquaintance. I took a comfortable seat in anticipation of his narrative.
He seemed to have two expected seats ready for such an unexpected occasion.
It has been a while of whiles since I have spent time with this good friend of mine. He has always proven to be a loyal and faithful buddy through yesterdays filled with tomorrows. I regrettably have only said a few rushed words to him in what now seems to be histories of histories.
I admit that we used to have a very strong bond. Our communications since have really only been one-sided monologues from me. But, my old trusted friend has asked me to honor him with just one more again to listen to and hear him.
As I put aside all of my nuisances and disturbances, so I can concentrate just on my friend’s words, I realize that he has not aged one bit. He looks as young and fresh as ever. It is me that feels like many moons and seasons have passes through me.
My old partner tells me “I am very happy that we can spend this time together.” As he grins at me I know that it has been too long since I have taken the wisdom of time and the time of wisdom to be with him. “I am truly appreciative that we have this personal time for such a private matter,” he assures me.
As my friend positions himself by me and prepares to share his self with me, I am sad. It is now that I realize that he has attempted this effort with me a few efforts in his very recent efforts. But, I did not have neither the time or the Time.
Now I do and I want to see his words so much. I desire to feel how he pronounces his thoughts. I impatiently wait patiently to take in and embrace his valued comments. I wish to experience his experiences with experience. It is now this moment that I know I miss the moments I missed, because it was those moments I missed that make me now miss those moments that I missed.
It has been sorrowfully too long since I have sat humbly and quietly, raw and bare, with and without. open and not closed to his sincere words, not just conjoined sequential letters of advise. Too long I have not enjoyed his compliments of giving and his giving of compliments. I feel untimely guilt that I have taken much too long to just sit down and be with him. Not by him, around him, in front of him or behind him. But, with him. Fortunately for me, my old buddy is the forgiving type of an unconditional relationship that has no rules, barriers or restrictions. All I have done is remember the memories of remembering his memories.
I lean my unsteady head on my friend’s steady shoulder. I plead for his forgiveness, so I can join one more time with his sharing and share one more time with his joining. My long time buddy puts his loyal arm around my shoulder and holds my hands with his faithful hand. He tells me “I have gone nowhere Darren Lafayette, it is you that has finally sat down with me after too many random lifetimes of just waving at me as you rushed by me with your love messes.” I nod my shamed head in agreement as I tell him that “I am ready to listen if you are ready for me to hear.” He smiles, winks at me and says “I know.”
“This is an account of far away lands and even further desires. This is of a rare and exotic beauty. You have been to Rwanda, Kenya, Botswana, Uganda, Nigeria and Ghana looking in the wrong places. It is in Ethiopia and with a waiting love named Selamawit that is your answer. Her love for your love. Your love for her love. She will be only the second time I have ever sat you down and told you of such a romantic story. Please, listen closely, my friend.” My body filled with joy and happiness as my old friend named LOVE spent some time and Time for the last time in my time.
Dominion of love
There was a time before Time
was even called Time
What was then, was and never changed
and a new Time was above Time
and a time above
What wasn’t before, now had existence
God blessed Man with Dominion
now Time was raw, pure with direction
and it was beside itself and before itself
below itself and by itself
In itself changing what was before
Dominion was filling and emptying
at the same time
It ruled existence on both sides of itself
inside and out
this space of Time and this time of Space
The difference in the difference
in Time and Space
not just Love, but the Dominion of Love
Space had a new time
and Time had a new space
What was …. now wasn’t
and never would be again
Love could fill Time and Space
but, Time and Space could not fill Love
Love filled and emptied Yesterday and Tomorrow
at the same time
because there is no now for Love or Time
Man sought Love and Love sought Man
After God gave Dominion of Love to Man
it had direction
and Time had direction
I have loved you
since Dominion of Love
the first Love, the pure Love
that was above Time and time above
I loved you before I knew you
before I knew me
before I knew Dominion
but, Dominion knew me
this was and is the before Love
the since Love
the more Love
that is now as it was then
in a new Time and Space
Different in difference, but not different
My Love for you has known no bounds
since then and then since
I loved you more than before yesterday
became the past
and tomorrow became the future
I will love you more than I did yesterday
and before tomorrow passed by now
In the freedom of Dominion
God has blessed me
with the Time and Space of Love
and Love has filled my Time and Space
I have loved you
since the Dominion of Love
and I will until Time
will not be called Time again
These are a couple of photos taken when I went to Ethiopia in November of 2019. This is my son MIchaelDarren