Crystalline Cool (2)

   
   "Crystalline Cool (2)"
   
   Duncan was way out in the bucolic beauty, underneath shimmering beams of sunshine, working the pastoral glory of Terra's terrain, using a war-torn shovel to dig his ditches in solitude.  An ex-admirer of his, a lovely-looking lady in her early twenties, along with some of her friends--they hotly drove by him in a fancy car.  Anyway, as Duncan had rejected the lovely lady's carnal passes a while back, she had become scorned and full of anger--even questioning her own beauty; as a result, she found his laboring humility, which he himself adored, and flung curses and profane vulgarities upon his presence, her friends vociferously gelling with the cruel cackling as the fancy car swiftly passed.

* * * *
   
   Duncan knew it was all real.  But mostly, he knew the Lord was his refuge, and remembered the best bard's Kingly son having said:  "Whoso mocketh the poor reproacheth his Maker, and he that is glad at calamities shall not go unpunished."
   Duncan prayed for the lovely lady and her friends to be blessed.  To be forgiven and loved.  Yet those girls were far from discovering "the Book" in all their passions so rich with filth; nevertheless, Duncan continued to pray for them to be loving; next, he returned to shoveling, digging deeper into the mysteries of the Earth.  The daystar came alive, even brighter than before, and his body and spirit unearthed the Holy Grail within, touching Christ, so gently, so ever gently.  
   Yes, Duncan was a sinner.  Not just once either.  He had flirted with disaster.  He had been a victim of passion himself.  But when his true Father arrived in his life, all that heat of the South drove him home to the glory of the allegorical North.