Angel Bliss
A Tear. Or: Recipe of Love
He Said, She Said – 7
She started to find a recipe. She began to rummage through her cook books, through her unfiled sheaf of handwritten recipes. Something caught her eye, and she detoured. It was a shiny trinket they’d bought in Gastown. She picked it up and smiled, rubbed it lovingly with her thumb, put it in a recipe book and closed the cover.
She then turned and stared. She walked across the room and deposited the book in a sideboard drawer. She turned around, looked this way and that, stepped off, paused, turned and stepped off the other way.
She stopped. Her hands went up to her face and her face crinkled in despair.
She said There’s something in my eye.
He said It’s a tear. A tear is angel bliss. May I give you a kiss?
She said What for?
He said Because I love you.
She said, staring with blank eyes, That’s nice.
So he kissed her on the cheek. Her hand went to the kiss, and she wandered across the room. She looked back and smiled.
She said Angel…kiss. That’s nice.
He said I think you were looking for this.
He handed her one of her favourite cookbooks, which he’d opened to her favourite recipe. She looked at the page.
She said Oh, yes. That’s a good idea. Why don’t we make this for breakfast?
He said Oh, I think it would make a fine dessert after supper tonight.
She said No, for breakfast.
He said, Okay. You’re right. Scalloped potatoes would make a great breakfast. Why don’t we do it now?
She made fluttering moves with her hands and stuttered.
She said You start.
He said Sure. First we gather the bowls and mixers and all the ingredients…
She said Oh goody.
She rubbed her hands together with an eager look in her eyes.
And they set about to make the recipe. He helped her through it.
Yes, I believe in angels.
(Continued below the picture)
Angel’s Bliss
H. W. Bryce
When you fear something so hard that a tear
Clambers your eyelid and slides down your ‘lash
To lay a kiss on your cheek,
The one thing to remember is this:
That a kiss is angel bliss.
It’s a gift, to help you along,
And when it washes away all sadness and loss,
You will find your lost smile was not lost.
And when you are sad and you think you’ll never be glad
Ever again,
Remember the tear is an angel’s bliss,
A gift from the gods as a kiss.
A tear it is no loss,
What’s lost is the sadness it washes away
As it washes good feelings back in;
And there’s no room for melancholy to stay.
So smile though your tears and know the grieving will go
That the stars will come out for the night,
And the sun will gleam through your window again,
And the rain will renew your whole world.
A tear drop or rain, it’s all the same in the end,
And you will learn to bend with the wind.
When you are feeling alone
And you no longer can speak
And nobody can make any sense,
Pray for a kiss that is angel bliss,
That will make all the hurt to decease
And lead you to certainty and peace.
A kiss is a kiss and a teardrop is bliss
From the sweet lips of an angel with wings,
And it will help you to heal from life’s little stings,
And you will rise with new strength from all this.
(See the quotation below)
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Image credits:
Tear: Eye in the Sky– from HubPages, :”The Teardrop Poems,” via Google Image Results for…
Tear: Creative Self-portrait Photography, Nicole Mason Photography
Tear: The crying eye; Imperfecto como soy…Imperfect as I am
Me: “Imperfect as I am” — Yes. This is how you have to accept your Loved One with Alzheimer’s.
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