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His Saving Grace
By Evelyn Norris
Saturday, February 18, 2006
Rated "PG" by the Author.
A man's feelings at his wife's funeral.
His Saving Grace
by: Evelyn Norris 1/11/92
She lay silent and serene, a smile on her lips, painted there with the funeral director's help.
He sat, silent and stoic, unsmiling.
Those watching him were thinking "What a cold man".
They could not know that he was looking into the darkness of his own soul. His grossness and inability to ward off the evil in himself, his depravity to him was plain.
She had been his guardian angel, saving him from himself. Now she was gone. His saving Grace was gone.
She softened his rough edges, made him think before acting, and he thought, "I cannot do this alone."
He could not exist without her purity of soul. Her integrity and self-respect always kept him on an even keel with the rest of the world.
He had depended on it, and her pride that would not bow to disintegration of her honest forthright spirit.
He knew he could not fight alone the deviant desires of his own heart. He was crumbling inside. He could hear the shards of his soul like a crystal wine glass thrown into the fireplace on their last New Year's Eve together.
Her joy filled his life with sparkling red wine. His own ineptitudes would bring him down, for she had been his narrow road, his pathway to the stars. Her love had freed him from the bondage of disenchantment with life.
The music ended. He was led like a blind man to the white satin lined casket. He placed a pure white rose on her breast where his head had lain for 40 years. His saving Grace was gone.
Her life here was over, and he felt destitute, lost in a whirlpool of doubt and fear of his future without her.
He turned away from the comfort of friends and family and walked away from them all to enter once again the darkness of himself.
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