by Dolores Dawes
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While thinking about how we occasionally take good health for granted, I was inspired to write this essay/poem.
One minute you're feeling optimistic and everything is right with your world.
Then suddenly it fades in and you're alone and at center stage. Your mind is in a tailspin because this could be your judgment day.
But wait, in reality you're not alone...It just feels that way. In fact, the mall is crowded with shoppers who seem to be in a joyful mood.
As your eyes scan the faces of those humming happy tunes, you ask yourself, “Why is everyone in such a cheerful mood when the earth is crumbling beneath us? Don’t they realize their lives are in jeopardy?”
You holler, "Hello! Would someone please tell me why you folks aren't concerned about the Earthquake?"
When you hear your voice echoing throughout the mall, it startles you. You began to feel even more self-conscious when everyone stops whatever they are doing to glare at you.
Still, you try to communicate your concerns to everyone within close proximity. But, no one seems to care. They all shrug their shoulders and walk away.
So you holler, "Hey! What's up with all the nonchalant attitudes? Don't you folks hear the earth rumbling beneath us? Don't you all hear folks screaming and moaning in agony?
Hey! Don't ignore me! I know you all hear me! Why is everyone behaving as if this is just another ordinary day?"
The nonchalant attitudes are beginning to annoy you...So you holler,"I know you all smell the stench from the sewage? Have the vapors from the broken gas pipes polluted everyone's brains?"
You start to exit the mall, but stop dead in your tracks. When you look outside, you see craters popping up in the ground where landmarks and vehicles once stood.
Feeling as if the wind is sucking you up in a vacuum, you struggle to close the door. After shutting the door, you run away trembling and hollering, "Look outside! There are craters popping up everywhere! We're all going to die!”
You try to communicate with anyone who will listen, but no one seems to care.
So, you holler, "Hello! Am I the only one concerned here? With everything rattling and moving around up in here, can’t you folks see this is no joke? Don't you all realize this is more than an After-Shock? Don't you folks realize the earth is actually crumbling beneath us?"
As another big jolt sends mannequins, clothes racks, and cabinets sailing out into the aisles, you scream, "Watch out for that cabinet!”
You race over and yank a small child out of harms way while everyone else
giggles and walks away.
“Hey, I don't get it. How can you all find something to giggle about when this Earthquake has everyone including you, you, you and yes you sailing around the room as if you all are feathers suspended in mid air?”
As fixtures began crashing to the floor, you holler, "Look out!" And in the process of ushering folks out of harms way, a cabinet falls on you.
“Ouch! That hurt!" You realize the situation is getting serious so you began to pray.
You look up and see everyone snickering and staring at you. “Hey! Am I the only one in here without earmuffs, blinders, and bumpers on his rear? What are you folks laughing about? Tell me so I can cackle with you! What's so funny? How can you find humor in something at a time like this?
In stead of laughing, you all should be down on your knees praying with me. And you over there! Why do you all continue to sit around a table when you should be crouched under it?
Hey! Watch out! Can't you see that chandelier is about to fall? Hey wait a minute! Don't tell me you folks sitting near the window aren't concerned about the glass and debris harming your children? You folks must be crazy!"
Suddenly, you find yourself spinning and spinning and spinning around gathering all the children up and ushering them to a safe corner of the room as the chandeliers plummet from the ceiling and the walls come crumbling down.
Then you realize you've been injured and you are in bad shape. You no longer have the ability to move your limbs. Your pain is excruciating, but your mind is still intact.
You ask yourself, "Who's going to rescue me now that I'm injured and no longer have the ability to move my limbs?"
As you lay there in agony, hoping that someone will come to rescue you and praying that the Creator will answer your prayers, you realize you haven't lived your life in a manner in which you can be proud of; therefore, you ask yourself, “Why should the Creator spare my life when I‘ve never had a conscience about living a corrupt life?”
But as your eyesight begins to fail, you pray that God spares your life. And as your life flashes before you, you ask for forgiveness and promise to live by God's command. Then suddenly it happens!
Instantaneously, your eyes sprang open and you capture the beauty of the sunlight piercing through the blinds. Although you are able to recall your dream in its entirety, you forget to "Give thanks to our Creator" for sparing your life.
And as you sit up in the bed, stretching your limbs and thinking about what you have planned for the day, not once do you ask yourself “What was the significance of the dream," even though in your dream you were down on your knees praying for forgiveness and begging our Creator to spare your life.
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|Reviewed by Regis Auffray
|There is certainly substance for thought in this essay, Dolores. Thank you. Love and peace to you,
|Reviewed by Andre Bendavi ben-YEHU
"IMAGINE THIS" depicted the dream with motion and emotion. It described many real situations of the present and past. This is an instructing reading indeed.
Thank You for sharing "IMAGINE THIS".
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU
|Reviewed by Zenith Elliott
|Great depth in your work! Outstanding work...~Z~|
|Reviewed by john zimmerman
|I like this a lot--it sounds like a performance piece.
|Reviewed by Nicole Davis Vergara (Reader)
|Wow, very nice penning of thoughts here, gives much food for thought!