Somehow, I kept thinking nature conveys a message far too greater than human understanding. It is personal. It is religious. It is specially rhetorical.
Nobody has really understood why we came into being when we do not understand our plan. We dwindle when we don’t recognize the love of our God.
It seemed senseless we came out of this world and exit on sixty-five to seventy years of age on average. Or, sometimes, sudden.
But, good people lives on in the hearts of those who surrounds him or her; or those that she had touched her life with; strength and passion of being.
Life is, indeed short but far more meaningful because we had been given the privilege to embrace life and its facets; and take part in His plan of the renewal process.
Death is defied by the ones who died a good person. Death is in the palm of our hands when we believe there is a God that loves us. And, death consumes our flesh but not our souls.
Everyday should always be meaning to everyone who seeks His face. God utters His message in some special ways. Like perhaps, when faith is tested – a friend of faith is meet. God appears in anyone’s person and the one who is despaired is consoled by the hands of those dear.
Me and my wife kept a vigil of her grandmother’s death at her residence in Denaville, Maa. Last night has been worthwhile. Reflective – should I say. And, was quite theatrical. Such that, my drooling for sleep was repelled instantly. Few relatives just can seemed to settle the vigil without a drink. And liquor is commonly twinned with the tendency of violence.
The picture above was taken quarter minutes to five this morning just on our way home. Somehow, someone, some soul must have been born on that distant horizon.
