is the back seat really a place for love?
In one respect, I think not…
But hold on a minute,
I’m talking about love.
I dreamt I was a taxi driver,
in and out of traffic and jams.
My light was on, waiting for a whistle or a hand.
She got in and sat in the middle back.
The rear view cropped her face.
Her brown eyes caught mine in the mirror.
“Just drive a bit,” she said calmly.
I nodded and pulled back out into it.
She smiled her eyes and
I think I smiled mine back.
“So, any destination in mind?”
“Ah, sure, is that near West 42nd Street?”
“You never know.”
“Well, I will never know if you don’t tell me.”
She winked and fully opened her eyes,
briefly exposing the whites like teeth.
Somewhere, I heard the eyes are the window to the soul.
What a beautiful window.
I thought I saw her soul…even more beautiful.
She leaned forward with her chin
nestled in her forearms.
“Don’t worry,” she said, “I am not in a hurry.”
“I’m starting to get that. What about the meter?”
“Keep it running, where I want to go is priceless.”
I took one hand off the wheel and relaxed a little.
“A taxi driver not knowing where he is going…”
“…is a nice diversion,” she whispered.
“Wait a minute, you just hinted at a destination.”
“I suppose I did, but you are the driver. Without you,
I am not going anywhere,” she sang with a smirk.
“What kind of Jell-o logic is that?”
“Oh, let’s not get strapped too tightly into logic.”
I took a cleansing breath. “Jell-o,” I said flatly.
She sat back in the seat and stared in the mirror.
“What?” I said.
She brushed the band of brown hair from her eyes
and tucked it behind one ear.
She said softly, “Look into my eyes.
I know you saw it the first time.
That’s right. It’s the beauty beyond the eyes.”
I did see it.
I pulled over and the tears in my eyes magnified
the beauty I saw in hers.
I felt something jump into me.
“That’s where I was hoping to go,” She said as she
handed me the fare and walked away.
God is love and is closer than you think.
“I will give you a new heart and put a new spirit within you;
I will take the heart of stone out of your flesh and give you a heart of flesh.” Ezekiel 36:26
Pull over, out of the traffic for a moment and look into the eyes of the lover of your soul; Jesus.
wow jerry…love the story…wish i would meet god on my next taxi ride…but nothing is impossible, right..? smiles
Beautiful insight; beautiful writing!
Reblogged this on Gerald the Writer and commented:
Heart issues are sometimes tricky. I’ve been thinking about how to keep my heart alive lately. Making eye contact with Christ is a way. Not “I” contact necessarily, but seeing Him more clearly. It must have intention behind it, no?
It’s the pleasant surprise when we realize that our routine had been interupted and we had a soul glancing experience… a glimpse into our true self. Oh to pause more often and deepen the view.
It’s sometimes a “hard-deep” place, but needed for growth.