the disinclined beauty/ repost/ edit 1
fiction
Edward w Pritchard
the disinclined beauty
fiction
edward w pritchard
Everyone was obsessed with physical appearance. Nature played a cruel trick on him and bestowed divine beauty a plenty to him and try as he may, with his indifferent weakened will, Nature insisted that the fruit be properly and timely displayed during his brief bloom.
I the Father, knowing his nature, was saddened by the forgone loss and ironic poignancy of the situation. With a proper Father's love, I like others was often startled by the eyes and rarely when he smiled beguiled by divine beckoning, evidenced in his face, for if Gods there were, they surely would look like this.
Years pile up and God is merciful and the beauty goes from all, but for a time that light shines itself, as absolute brilliance. God's reluctant beauty.
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