Touched When You couldn’t Be Helped
The Velvet Writer
There was a man, who, in the course of time was lost in a crash. He never disappeared nor was he ever found. It seemed as though he had vanished, as though in a fog, but still there, and yet, he just couldn’t be found in his present state of being, he was lost in another place frozen in time. His voice fading in the distance could still be heard drifting nearer than ever. When you looked, he was quite visible, and yet unable to be seen. No longer did he see as he had been seen, nor feel as we feel. Sensitive, he was more keenly aware than ever. If approached, he drifted off as though he had never been, fading; as though it were, before your very eyes, reaching out from the past for something to hold on too.
I watched as he made his way through the wreckage, helping those who couldn’t be helped. He passed from here to there and back again. He came and left and returned with no intention of leaving or remaining. And in the course of time, he found himself, lost as though it were, in the here and after. He knelt down on one knee beside himself, and feeling no pain he reached out, in the twilight and was touched. In the twinkling of an eye, he was changed.
After a moment, I thought to myself, how wonderful, how utterly splendid it was to be touched when you couldn’t be helped.