DJC Note: I am posting the second half of DAD's blog entry by his request. He did't want to build suspense and then lose interest, so here is part two of the GOLDEN GIRL...
...They descended from the tower and played together in beautiful meadows of green filled with myriads of fragrant blossoms. They laughed and frolicked and clung together and he thought his heart would burst with joy. Finally he picked her up and carried her off to a magnificent
smiled and laughed for joy in the happy times, and in the hard or unhappy times they cried and clung together and learned the valuable lessons of life every day. Soon they had children around their feet and the man looked at his little ones and was pleased. The man saw in each of them something of the proud and beautiful eagle. ificent temple in the desert. There, hands clasped as they knelt at a sacred alter they pledged their love for ever, for all time and etiernity. There she gave herself to him, and he took her into his heart to be a part of him always and all ways. And outside the desert blossomed into a green and fruitful garden.
The years have passed as if only moments. The young ones have grown tall and strong and became handsome men and lovely ladies. The man is blessed with grand children and great grand children and he smiles as he takes them in his arms. He holds them reverently and thinks again of his Father in Heaven and of his lovely companion, his GOLDEN GIRL. Her golden brown hair has partly turned to white. Her lovely face shows the evidence of the passing of many years. They do not run together any more. Their steps are slow and sometimes a little faltering and painful. But every day he has joy and in his heart, and rejoices in his eternal marriage, and in his Savior who made it all possible. And the love song she planted there so long ago rings loud and clear, and he recalls the words of the poet; “Grow old with me, the best is yet to come”.
Hand in hand they left the temple and started upon their long journey through life. They were so very happy. They He took them in his arms and blessed them and rejoiced because he knew that they were sent from a loving Heavenly Father for him to care for. He watched as he and his Golden Girl, their mother worked together to mold them and shape them for their future lives, and he loved her more and more with the passing of each day.
Life is not always kind. There are hard lessons to be learned, and there are no short cuts on the road to knowledge and perfection. There are some questions that seem to have no answers at this time, and so they must learn patience. The man and his Golden Girl have had their share of hard knocks. They have suffered their share of losses, and made their share of mistakes. But always there has been enough love to eventually smooth out the bumps and mend the hurts. Eventually because some hurts last a long time, and seem almost more that the heart can endure. And so they carry them and share them together and even in this there is joy.
Sometime ago when I was in a mellow mood, thinking about my lovely wife, and how we got started sixty plus years, I wrote these words. I would like to share them with any one who would care to read them. It is a work in progress, because the story is still being completed. It is kind of a fantasy; some may say it's kind of corny. I will post it in three installments over the next three days.
THE GOLDEN GIRL
Once long ago there lived a young man, or perhaps I should say that he was a boy who was becoming a man; which happens to all boys eventually. He was tall and had a strong body, and he could both see and feel that he was well on the way to being a man. He went about his way, doing the things that young men do. He had fun and enjoyed what he was doing and his life was happy and complete—yet not quite complete. Deep within him there were strange feelings that he did not fully understand, as if something was missing or something great was about to happen.
One day he spotted a golden eagle high in the sky above him. He watched it soar and glide and dive, and he thought he had never seen anything more beautiful. He heard its cry, and the sound was as a lovely song and it sank deep into his heart and filled him with strange feeling. Day by day he watched and listened, and by night he dreamed. dreams, until finally he realized that he loved the eagle. He felt that if he could just touch it that he too would be able to fly; to soar and glide high up in the deep blue sky and to see wonders that he could only imagine.
One especially beautiful day he spotted his magnificent eagle perched on top of a tall tower. Filled with a sudden desire he climbed the tower and slowly approached the beautiful bird. He was amazed to see that she was even more beautiful up close than she had been from a distance. Her feathers were golden brown, and her eyes were deep and clear and she carried her self as if she knew that she was a princess of great nobility. Carefully and timidly he approached her, half fearing that she would fly away, that she would just disappear, that this was too good to be true. Such beauty he had never imagined. Slowly he stretched forth his trembling hand to touch her. Gently he laid his finger tips on her beautiful feathers—and suddenly a great miracle happened! His beautiful eagle became a lovely maiden!
In amazement he stepped back and gazed at her. She was truly beautiful. Her voice was like music, and her laughter was like wind chimes in a gentle breeze. Her hair was done up in braids, tied with scarlet ribbons. He touched them and the ribbons fell away and her hair cascaded down around her shoulders. It hung in soft curls and was the same golden brown as the eagles feathers. It framed her angles face. He loved her at first sight. She spoke and he recognized the feelings he had sensed from the eagles call. She sang a song of love to him and he knew that the melody would ring forever in his heart. Gently he enfolded her in his arms and knew that no eagle had ever soared so high. His beautiful golden eagle had become his GOLDEN GIRL.
