Fairy Kisses

Dance all ye joyful, now dance all together!
Soft is the grass, and let foot be like feather!
The river is silver, the shadows are fleeting;
Merry is May-time and merry our meeting.
-J.R.R. Tolkien, The Hobbit

On my way to church this morning I happened upon a fairy-boat. A brilliant yellow and orange tulip petal, to be precise. Letting my imagination wander with the soft warm breeze, I could see the tiny pixie sailing on a silver stream, leaning back to let the sun bathe her face, and dabbling tiny, perfect toes in the water.

Ford Prefect once thought “Wasn’t it enough to see that a garden is beautiful without having to believe that there are fairies at the bottom of it too?” Well, yes, but why not fairies? Airy, light beings secretly weaving beauty in hidden places in the service of the King, preparing little treasures for the eyes of mortals that we may catch a tiny glimpse of the love of the Creator, feel His kisses upon our skin in the breeze. Why not indeed? Perhaps it is only the whimsy of the little girl’s heart that still beats within me, but I choose to believe in fairies.

Though the more rational half of me cries heresy and lack of common sense, my heart is lifted by my fanciful wanderings. Thus, I blew a kiss into the fairy-boat, and tossed it to the breeze, that whoever should chance to pick it up after me might be blessed as I was. So ladies and gentlemen, be aware! Should you happen upon a fairy-boat some morning, misty or shining, think of those who may have come before and receive the blessing freely given before passing on one of your own. Merry indeed is the meeting of two hearts, even sight unseen!