THIS STORY IS DEDICATED AND INSPIRED BY MY BELOVED CHILD, JEREMIAH KAUFFMAN IN MEMORIAM
THE BIRD by LYNN KAUFFMAN
There is a world that has only one small bird and one flowered plant. The rest of the world is made up of grey and blue, flat and smooth polished rock with swirled or jagged patterns. The weather is very gentle with light rain showers that happen from time to time and make glistening puddles of water on the smooth, rocky floor. From the hard ground, in a single crack, lives one plant. The plant is the height of a very tall man. It has several stems with deep red thorns , from which grow many large and dark green leaves. The red thorns protect it from an enemy that has never appeared. At the end of some of the stems are long, blue pods. But at the end of most of the stems grow beautiful, enormous flowers with long and wide petals of yellow and white. Scattered around the plant lie many light brown seeds- the product of the blue pods, once they have opened.
The bird is white, very small and perky with silver and gold wings, a golden beak and bright blue eyes. Everyday she flies all over the world in all kinds of directions until at sunset she returns to the flowered plant, eats it’s seeds, sings a most beautiful and brilliant song and then when the sun has finally left the sky, leaving the silver moon in it’s place to rule the dark night, sleeps peacefully in the leafy arms of the flowered plant. Until the following dawn, when, with a small chirp of jubulation, she flies off again to travel through the world. This has gone on for centuries and has always been the same.
From the sky comes a magnificent white steed with white wings. She lands near the plant. Her rider is a beautiful young man in white robes who wears a crown, sword and necklace of gold. He holds a strange and fragrant flower next to his heart. He sits and waits for the bird to awaken. When she wakes, her eyes widen in pleasant surprise. First she flies to the white steed and flutters and chirps in excitement about the steed’s head. The steed smiles, whinnys and bows her head in greeting. The young man laughs and holds out his hand to the bird. She lands upon his hand and seems very happy to see him. He strokes her soft, feathered head and she hops up his arm to his face and gives his cheek a soft peck. Then they gaze at each other and speak to each other in silence.
He asks her if she is happy in her little world. And she replies that to her, her life is perfect. She loves her world and she loves to fly. And when she is tired, the beautiful plant is always there to give her food, rest and protection. The plant is her dearest and most treasured friend. And at the end of each wonderful day, she sings, for her soul is full of joy. She is so grateful for her charmed life and even if it ends someday, she will not be regretful, for her life has been endowed with the precious gift of beauty and happiness. Every moment has been an enchanting miracle. She wants nor ever will want anything else in this life.
The young man weeps tears of love for this small simple being who is so happy with life. She is indeed, a most great and noble soul. He smiles at the beautiful radiance of it all, and eagerly offers her a few seeds from his hand. The day has been filled with joy and many wonderful conversations- it is now at it’s end and night is falling. After she eats, the small bird’s throat opens up and she sings an exquisite song for the young man. And before she drops off into a sweet and tranquil sleep, the small bird bids the young man and his steed a fond farewell. The young man will visit here many times again, when the dark invades his heart and he needs the beautiful light of the small bird. He thinks this as he soars off into space to continue on his journeys within his many new and beautiful worlds of wonder, always!
by LYNN KAUFFMAN
THE BEAUTIFUL YOUNG MAN IS MY BELOVED CHILD, JEREMIAH!