LOVE IN THE RUINS

                              “What do I think?  The mystery of evil is the mystery of limited goodness…”—Walker Percy, Love in the Ruins

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               “What do you think of the idea?” he asked as they rested indoors looking out on slow-fall front that greyed the sky and denied light from morning sun.  The colors of the fall were matted, mute, and for the moment blend of brown in sodden limb depressions.

               She listened to the quote and stared on the grey and wished to think on anything but these.

               “I think the world is heavy enough right now.  Why should we burden with a further weight of worry or self-damnation.  I want to go outside, but not in this, and I hope when the grey sky ends the season’s colors are not lost. 

               I think, if honest, we are all limited; but that does not make us evil.  It makes us human, with reconciliation, forgiveness, and a little grace of living and learning and hopefully growing as we do; even our wrongs will have redemptions and, from them, blessings will be found.

               I don’t want to think of evil.  I don’t want to think of ill.  Sky and grey are too heavy as it is.  It’s somberness makes me sad. 

               I want the sun and gold and scarlet blush, not the grey and bleakened leaves.

               I feel sad and a little empty.  I want to make love until I’m not and the grey and heaviness are gone.  If evil is mystery of limited goodness, pray, leave nothing left to mystery.  Save nothing of good from giving.  The world is dark enough.  I need the love and light.”

               Through depression of the sky, love and light withstood and no evil came to be.