(an Italian food- pronunciation; ‘skeh- tini’)
There, beneath my feet rests, Schettini. It twists in a long, winding yellow embossed bow that a youthful cherub released from her small, tender hands. Pale peach hands of pretty, ruby-red, with glinting stones that someone I don’t want to name had given her. Who but an entity much too grand to ever be put on the scale which the human eye haughtily discerns in its own, extremely limited vision, basking in what it perceives to be analytical glory- who but one who cannot be absorbed by any manner into our finite lives could so endow? Only an angel of the highest ranking could have tossed this ribbon aside. The name of it is, ‘Schettini.’ I recognize the masterfully detailed, textured pattern upon its yellow beauty. Ruby stones splatter across the streak of yellow tossed carelessly aside at my feet. Only the hands of peach and red would have been permitted to commit such an act. The life of plenty, the cherished and the pampered down to the smallest toenail would turn their noses aside to prettier scents, their eyes to sights that should be newer and more becoming, then that they experienced mere moments ago. Only these would toss such a ribbon. More jewels on the hands, a silver comb of the grandest measure in the hair . . . always a replacement for wealth. Yet, in Heaven, I wander why the cherubs have been permitted to drop their beset rides riches here to the Earth. Could it be that the Almighty has tired of them having everything that they want? Maybe angels should not be wealthy. Perhaps these cherubs will be allowed to lose everything like the rich people here on Earth lose everything they own, because they take all of their dollars and cents for granted. They still drop a pearl, and the whole necklace . . . eventually, their entire accumulation will disappear slowly.
Heaven’s cherubs have been protected by the grace of God because of their kindness. But what if they, after having gold in their possession, become greedy like the land of plenty we humans know? I suppose then God will take away their golden crown. The problem with people here, is that we are too greedy to keep anything we own. God always punishes us for our fallacy.
However, what if it happens in Heaven too?
Slowly I picked up the yellow ribbon. Schettini was glamorously embossed with jewels of a ruby-red. I took it back to the department store. Remembering my dream of innocent white hands tainted with red, I was reminded of blood. It seemed that no one but God could endow such pretty hands so. I thrust the snake on the counter. The ruby jewels had turned into scarlett eyes of malice. Only Satin would stain something so beautiful. I left the department store. I never wanted to see the name-brand again.