1 views
A Thousand Years
"look in my eyes, i promise you'll live every day as thousand years and soon we'll meet our maker beneath the seraphic skies"
I don't know whether there is something known as destiny or any god's plan, yet my faith dangles in the canyon of ambiguity, but then there was one individual who made me believe in God's plan..
It's the beginning of spring, there's a cool breeze saying farewell, and the aromas of blossoms all around make it feel like heaven is near, but I'm down on my knees. I look over to the streets near my Ward's window and feel like there are no sorrows. I wish I could say it, but perhaps not in this life. I stare at everyone in slight discomfort from my broken arm, but it's nothing compared to the misery I've been experiencing for the past few months. Every hour, a thought arises in my mind: "End it all." But then I recollect something a father told me years ago.
"Never end the precious years of your life, always remember there are people that are sobbing for every new day, every new hour, every new minute.
Just like any other day, I opened my journal and wrote about today's events, only to realize that it was already over. Never in the last 7 months have I written anything about myself being joyful. Anyway, I'm used to it. I stroll past my ward and hear a faint weeping; somewhere around me, I sense someone's sorrow and pain. I noticed a girl sobbing, and no one looked at her. It was the first time I saw Mylie, and I heard a voice whispering in my ear, "Help her." I forgot about my sorrows and extended my hand to her. Despite being a stranger to her, there was something so weird that neither i had understood nor she did.
" A hundred questions i asked, a thousand thoughts I had, yet none words she spoke, tears down her cheeks as if they were the letters"
It took her a few minutes to explain her condition to me; I was saddened, and she was counting her days as if they were sprinting away. "Cancer," she answered. I froze as if I were dead. She stops sobbing and says vaguely that she is entirely alone, with no friends or parents. As she said, I was reminded of how I felt during Christmas when everyone was with their loved ones. As she regained consciousness, she contemplated my presence and asked me about a dozen questions, to which I had no answers.
"It's okay." I understand; I don't have anyone either. It wasn't a nice day for me either; honestly, the last few months haven't been great," I explained gently. "I should leave now, I have given you enough headache," she said in a feeble voice, "would you please visit me tomorrow as well?" I was at a loss for words, but I noticed something in her eyes.
"Never-ending well of sorrow and pain with a pinch of green scattered on the shards of her soul, caressing her within"
I left the ward feeling more joyful than I had ever been in my life, with a sense of tranquility in my heart, but I failed to introduce myself. "I'll tell her tomorrow" . The night felt like an orchestra, and while I couldn't hear the harmonies, I could feel them barging into my soul. I woke up at 7, got dressed for work, and took my money and bag to a local bakery to buy cheesecake, as well as one for Mylie. My mornings have never been this alive, yet I sensed something was wrong. I arrived at the centre with a joyful sensation. I promptly raced to her ward, only to find it empty. everything right there as it was yesterday, but she wasn't there. On her bed there is an envelope.
"Good morning, stranger. You have no idea how thrilled I am that you have arrived. I've spent the last few months alone with only the walls to talk to, but tonight was different. I've never felt anything like this before; your touch touched something deep within me, and I don't know how to thank you." I read until here, and I felt a breeze on the back of my head. Shivers ran down my spine as I realized what was going to happen. I then read: "I always left a letter to this world and then used to throw it as there was no one to read that, but its the first time there is someone, I don't know wheather I'll see the dawn of not" the letters she had written had pain stitched in pain.
" I didn't know you o stranger, but I know you knew me, though my soul sets in this dusk yet i hope Somewhere I'll meet you in dawn, so come and meet me as I don't carry your name"
As I dropped the package, tears streamed down my cheeks, and my heart sank within me, my hands shaking and my lips twitching as I continued to read. "Thank you it's just like starting over i know one morning I'll meet you perhaps not this morning Yours Mylie" It took months for my mind to return to function, and I still think about her, her voice, her tears, her touch; it was as if I met God in that moment. I assisted the center in building a burial for her, which was not the most appealing, but it was certainly the best I could have done. Yesterday, as I turned the mail after almost months, I discovered a message, which said
"A thousand years are worthless so as the hundred hours, God weaves the paths himself specially ours"
"Until we meet Again"
© jude
I don't know whether there is something known as destiny or any god's plan, yet my faith dangles in the canyon of ambiguity, but then there was one individual who made me believe in God's plan..
It's the beginning of spring, there's a cool breeze saying farewell, and the aromas of blossoms all around make it feel like heaven is near, but I'm down on my knees. I look over to the streets near my Ward's window and feel like there are no sorrows. I wish I could say it, but perhaps not in this life. I stare at everyone in slight discomfort from my broken arm, but it's nothing compared to the misery I've been experiencing for the past few months. Every hour, a thought arises in my mind: "End it all." But then I recollect something a father told me years ago.
"Never end the precious years of your life, always remember there are people that are sobbing for every new day, every new hour, every new minute.
Just like any other day, I opened my journal and wrote about today's events, only to realize that it was already over. Never in the last 7 months have I written anything about myself being joyful. Anyway, I'm used to it. I stroll past my ward and hear a faint weeping; somewhere around me, I sense someone's sorrow and pain. I noticed a girl sobbing, and no one looked at her. It was the first time I saw Mylie, and I heard a voice whispering in my ear, "Help her." I forgot about my sorrows and extended my hand to her. Despite being a stranger to her, there was something so weird that neither i had understood nor she did.
" A hundred questions i asked, a thousand thoughts I had, yet none words she spoke, tears down her cheeks as if they were the letters"
It took her a few minutes to explain her condition to me; I was saddened, and she was counting her days as if they were sprinting away. "Cancer," she answered. I froze as if I were dead. She stops sobbing and says vaguely that she is entirely alone, with no friends or parents. As she said, I was reminded of how I felt during Christmas when everyone was with their loved ones. As she regained consciousness, she contemplated my presence and asked me about a dozen questions, to which I had no answers.
"It's okay." I understand; I don't have anyone either. It wasn't a nice day for me either; honestly, the last few months haven't been great," I explained gently. "I should leave now, I have given you enough headache," she said in a feeble voice, "would you please visit me tomorrow as well?" I was at a loss for words, but I noticed something in her eyes.
"Never-ending well of sorrow and pain with a pinch of green scattered on the shards of her soul, caressing her within"
I left the ward feeling more joyful than I had ever been in my life, with a sense of tranquility in my heart, but I failed to introduce myself. "I'll tell her tomorrow" . The night felt like an orchestra, and while I couldn't hear the harmonies, I could feel them barging into my soul. I woke up at 7, got dressed for work, and took my money and bag to a local bakery to buy cheesecake, as well as one for Mylie. My mornings have never been this alive, yet I sensed something was wrong. I arrived at the centre with a joyful sensation. I promptly raced to her ward, only to find it empty. everything right there as it was yesterday, but she wasn't there. On her bed there is an envelope.
"Good morning, stranger. You have no idea how thrilled I am that you have arrived. I've spent the last few months alone with only the walls to talk to, but tonight was different. I've never felt anything like this before; your touch touched something deep within me, and I don't know how to thank you." I read until here, and I felt a breeze on the back of my head. Shivers ran down my spine as I realized what was going to happen. I then read: "I always left a letter to this world and then used to throw it as there was no one to read that, but its the first time there is someone, I don't know wheather I'll see the dawn of not" the letters she had written had pain stitched in pain.
" I didn't know you o stranger, but I know you knew me, though my soul sets in this dusk yet i hope Somewhere I'll meet you in dawn, so come and meet me as I don't carry your name"
As I dropped the package, tears streamed down my cheeks, and my heart sank within me, my hands shaking and my lips twitching as I continued to read. "Thank you it's just like starting over i know one morning I'll meet you perhaps not this morning Yours Mylie" It took months for my mind to return to function, and I still think about her, her voice, her tears, her touch; it was as if I met God in that moment. I assisted the center in building a burial for her, which was not the most appealing, but it was certainly the best I could have done. Yesterday, as I turned the mail after almost months, I discovered a message, which said
"A thousand years are worthless so as the hundred hours, God weaves the paths himself specially ours"
"Until we meet Again"
© jude
