My face beamed as I stood in front of the mirror adjusting that bow tie. "Looking sharp." I winked at myself. You know, a clever but ugly man every once in a while is successful with the ladies, but a handsome fool is irresistible. On this day, on a scale of 1-10 of handsomeness, I gave myself a 9. Call it overconfidence. On a normal day, I would give myself a 6 if not a 4 at the most. Today, I felt handsome. But then, I had this quality of masculine confidence that was ten thousand times more potent than mere handsomeness.
On arrival, I took a seat behind the first estate. Quite an awkward position for myself and for those I'm associated with. The back benchers. If anyone from my clique could find me here... Well, let us not get ahead of ourselves. Everyone was dressed to the nines. If only heaven's gate would open for those who dressed to kill.
It wasn't long before they called the choir. Gracefully, they walked to the pulpit. Their outfits, glamorous. Their voices, my goodness! How they synchronised men's basses to ladies' sopranos. I would have said orgasmic, but then how do you define such? They sang so well though, their voices fractured ears of the congregation.
During all these, my eyes were fixated on a single soul. Yes, they all sang and yes, they all sang well but my ears were fine tuned to a particular frequency. Her voice cut through. Her voice, sedates melancholy. A voice so soft, gentle and pure. Like a calm wave sweeping a shore. Coming from those luscious lips which I'm sure are so smooth and tender.
A most rare gem she is. Her radiant smile touches the heart. In my heart, there is a secret nerve that answers to the vibrations of her beauty. Her laughter, my oh my! Is the most adored. She has a style, all of her own, a queen that reins upon her throne. She is not the blend that craves materialism, but with peerless zest she seeks good futurism.
This is the same girl I grew up with? The same girl I grew up knowing! One I could comfortably call my best friend! The same girl our moms would let me get lost with into the bushes and would trust that she was in safe hands! Hide and seek was an in thing during those days. This girl that doesn't dress to impress, she's about being the best. Doesn't dress in gold and fine linen. Strength, honor and modesty are her clothing. She covers herself with decency.
I started seeing her in a different light. With all the good intentions at heart. But of course. I could now see why. Why she had so much fear of the Lord in her. Why she walked with so much courage. Why she had never lacked. Why goodness is what she always rayed. Why she worked with a servants heart. She was a hard worker who knew the value of everything she made. Very focused in everything she did.
She hit such a high note, and there was a glitch in her voice. It was then, I guess, that she noticed I was not only looking but was staring in awe. Amazed at the blessing that she was. She smiled and kept singing.
Decisions she makes, always smart. Her light always on to shine before others. She lends her hand to those in need and when she gives, all those who watch wonder if she's blind.
They broke into dance and just like David, she danced her heart out. More than beauty, more than charm. Her praise of God... Her actions, never in doubt because she lives a life of austerity. She is one productive lady just as a woman should be. Blessed. Surpasses all of the noble.
"Find God, find yourself then come find me." Her words rang in my head. These she had let out a while back when curiosity, age and feelings had gotten the better of me. Then it hit me, to catch her...
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