or; thoughts on a Saturday morning.
e·piph·a·ny [i-pif-uh-nee]
–noun, plural -nies.
1.
a Christian festival, observed on January 6, commemorating the manifestation of Christ to the gentiles in the persons of the Magi; Twelfth-day.
2.
an appearance or manifestation, esp. of a deity.
3.
a sudden, intuitive perception of or insight into the reality or essential meaning of something, usually initiated by some simple, homely, or commonplace occurrence or experience.
4.
a literary work or section of a work presenting, usually symbolically, such a moment of revelation and insight.
To that, I would add:
5.
a wondrous creature with whom my love affairs are entirely too short, complicated, and passionate.
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I miss you, Epiphany.
I miss the flashes of inspiration, the spark of enlightenment that you would often bring to me.
I miss the cold hands, always cold hands, and warming them in my own.
I miss the internal incandescent bulb you would so often light, declaring eternal truths and carnal lies, thoughts of innocence, loss, and retribution.
I miss your smooth lips, softly meeting mine in a concert of passion, locked in a waltz of amazing grace.
I miss your godlike limbs, wrapped about me, tightening around me like a spider's.
Yet I've pushed you away a dozen times, avoided the flash of inspiration, eschewed the spark of enlightenment, smashed the incandescent bulb into a million tiny pieces.
Like a dog I've come back a dozen times, begged to be reinstated in your good graces, asked forgiveness, repented of my own foolishness.
Yet I've pushed too hard. And now I can't find you.
Epiphany, where are you? Where did I lose you along the way?
When can I find Epiphany again?