Liberty's Sparkle (77)

   
   "Liberty's Sparkle (77)"
   
   Up in Whitefish, Montana, the snow falling with chilly mirth, igniting a frosty glow of glee as Yuletide approached, Bing Crosby Christmas Love perpetually rebroadcast on the tube, Liberty was back at the grocery market, this time in the canned fruit section, constantly, or so it seemed, stocking shelves, allowing her independence to be sucked away with:  pears in heavy syrup, pears, in light syrup, whole pears, sliced pears, red bartlett pears, bose pears, green anjou pears, and of course for the Wizard and physician known as Oz:  organic pears.
   She was frigidly forced into handling something deemed worthy of low intelligent robotics, but applied her courageous muster towards the tedious labor, though it thieved away her cerebral capacity from dreaming of better things, yet cruel circumstance, and possibly fate or chance placing her within a job so destined to drive her nutso, yet she endured bravely, a true Nordic soul pursuing an eternal gift, and not just cause of mundane bravery, but having a contempt to kill herself so suddenly.
   Be the stardust of purity and sweetness--she dreamed for a moment, noticing the high sugar levels in the sliced pears swimming within extra-heavy syrup.  Glee births glee.  You will be tested by illness, death even, and all to usher in sublimity; next, humbly rebuking the enemies of man, yet offering a saving hand for those fallen due to the ignition of vain sin.  And she was guilty too.  We all are.  Yet knowing the Divine Creator, the God of David, while allowing pride and vanity, wants us to choose the gifts of humility, even if it means putting ourselves in a state of poverty to rescue the weak.
   And as for her best friend--Bobby Rook walking a small paper route, print media alive in the little town, people enjoying the smell of squid ink tattooed upon recycled trees, giving us the gift of information in an antiquated yet charming way of absorbing that which does encompass.  At least that which is released to us slaves of the rich man, him controlling, mocking, knowing, yet she would obey her masters until God deems:  "Let my people go."
   And she knew, those Divine Words would arrive for the downtrodden, once again.