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Bridge in Northside Park at twilight - 8.6.2013

Bridge in Northside Park at twilight – 8.6.2013

Her alibi would never stand in a court of law.

Kicking off her sneakers, the Midwestern woman tells her husband she was walking in the nearby park.

“See anyone you know?”

No, she never does. And no one ever sees her.

He has no reason not to believe her. She has no reason to lie. Nearly every day’s end she slips out of the prairie-style house and walks away from her Responsibilities. After sunshine hours hunched over a computer screen and sundowns bent over densely-written books, everything north of her chest barks Enough! and she finally listens, pushes back, laces her shoes.

Her feet know where to go without telling – a handful of suburban blocks north to a park emptied of the young trailing their tired caregivers home. Day’s strong sun and will have broken, her colors melting like butter into the still-warm earth. A coolness mists out of the nearby marsh. Hedges high as a head bracket her walk like parentheses. Weeds pretty enough to bear the names of a black-eyed woman and a sovereign’s lace loom large on either side.

Dusk gathers its offspring and Dark edges near. But not quite yet.

The woman walks in the sheltering twilight, each foot falling in gentle rhythm, every petition rising. The last light lets her see clearly but not be seen. She loves that. Relishes the quiet, the invisible cloak thrown over shoulders shrugging off the day’s business.

The park’s orchestra strikes up, one group after another from a hidden bandstand.  The Cicadas. The Crickets. The Frogs’ thumping bass from the lagoon and the peepers’ percussion.

Crepuscular animals emerge, secure in their invisibility. Winged beetles take to the air, their bioluminescence making bright holes in the atmosphere. More is in that place than meets the eye.

What is it about twilight, she wonders? Why does this time of day so sooth my soul, lubricate my prayers?

Abide with me; fast falls the eventide;
The darkness deepens; Lord with me abide.
When other helpers fail and comforts flee,
Help of the helpless, O abide with me.

     Heavenly Father, their youngest son has cancer, the woman murmurs into the dusk. Have mercy on them, Lord.

     One of our beloveds was ravaged by one she trusted, she cries. God, how could You permit such horror?

     Lord, so many children are wandering in a far country. They’re not listening to the calls beckoning them home. Sweet Jesus, keep them close.

In the half-light, little vision is necessary. She senses Him more than she sees Him. Compassion and patience and a power so enormous that she feels very, very small.

And very, very loved.

In this place there is more than meets the eye.

Swift to its close ebbs out life’s little day;
Earth’s joys grow dim, its glories pass away;
Change and decay in all around I see—
O Thou who changest not, abide with me.

The screen door bangs behind her and the collie sits up. Her husband peers over his glasses, nods satisfied.

“Glad you’re back before dark,” he says.

Yes, she says simply. I am.

I fear no foe, with Thee at hand to bless;
Ills have no weight, and tears no bitterness;
Where is death’s sting? Where, grave, thy victory?
I triumph still, if Thou abide with me.

The church across the lagoon - both sanctuaries

Glimpse of church across the lagoon – sanctuaries both