This is the product of my fertile thoughts. I am recreating them here and am sharing them with you, dear bloggers, for whatever benefits, if any, you could derive from them. I wish you could be more open and share with me your comments and suggestions so that I can improve on my blog. Thank you, God bless and have a nice day. Mel Avila Alarilla
We will not be always here to stay. Tomorrow, we may be gone from this world. What legacy would we want to leave behind?
We tread the sands of time but once in our lifetime. Good or
bad, people will remember us for what we stood for. How we stood amidst
the tremendous pressures that pushed us down? How we managed our tears?
How we survived the pains? How we overcame all the bitterness and
sorrows that welled in our hearts? And in the end, how we made peace
with our Creator?
We move along the sands of time but once, to measure each and
every song that influenced our lives. We recalled the lonely verses that
pulled our hearts burning with fervent hopes of a bygone love. How
strange that we faced the unfathomable horizons beyond, never knowing
what lies behind the curtains of time. With each heavy steps, our feet tread on the golden steps of the sands of time. Then we leaved our legacies behind.
It
was just like yesterday when I had an argument with my wife and we had a
falling out. I had to get out of the house to simmer down. As I was
walking in the park, I saw a flower, a red one standing at the edge of
the park. I was mesmerized by it that I found myself going out there to
pick it up. What kind of flower was this? It was gorgeous and the color
was crimson red, just like my blood. As I picked it up I thought of my
wife. How lovely was she. It was just like yesterday when I married her
and we had a turbulent relationship. We had our shares of quarrels but
somehow, we managed to patch things up. And today was just like any
other day that we had a spat.
As I
looked at the flower, my anger seemed to have vanished and I realized
just how important she was to my life. Ah, I'm going back to her and fix
our relationship. I could not really go on with my life without her.
And the children, they need a father to bring them up as wonderful kids.
How foolish of me to run out of my house. Hah, I'm going back and
straighten everything out. And I promise to God that I will never
quarrel with my wife again. Life is more bearable with her charming
presence around.
The house was in
disarray. Everything seemed in topsy turvey. Rows of flowers lined the
entrance to the house. It was so bright inside. People were milling
around. Stifled cries can be heard outside. I saw familiar faces in the
house. My father was there and so was my mother. I saw faces of my
friends and relatives there. They were all there. Must be some sort of a
reunion I guessed. Then I saw my wife. How lovely was she. She was
wearing a white gown. And I saw my children, their faces ashen and sad.
How I missed them all. I will tell them how much I love them.
I approached my wife and gave her the flower that I have. And she
placed it with the other flowers in a big vase. I counted them all.
Twelve white flowers and mine was the thirteenth, one that stand out in
crimson red.
Everything became so
eerie. Something's wrong. Suddenly, I realized that my father and mother
were dead and so do all the relatives and friends that I saw there.
They were all dead. My God don't tell me that my wife and children are
all dead too.
Everything seemed to
whirl around me. Flashes of darkness and light kept flickering all
around me. My body stiffened and I could sense a vague light penetrating
my eyes. Then voices occupied the peripheries of my mind. He's coming
into. He is breathing. He is alive. I saw people milling all around me.
And I saw the loveliest face that ever beheld my eyes. It was my
beautiful wife, as she hugged me with all her might. And I saw my
children milling around me, all crying unabashedly. What happened? I
asked timidly. You were ran over by a car and you were brought here in
the hospital already dead. The doctors tried to revive you and it's only
now that you were revived.
And I
saw the red flower that she held in her hand. Where did you get that, I
asked? I got it from you. You were clutching this flower as though your
life depended on it. Ah, freedom at last. I have been given back a new
leash on life.
Posted by Mel Avila Alarilla Philippines Literary/Short Story
"Today, if you hear His voice, do not harden your hearts" (Hebrews 4:7b)
DO YOU NEED HELP? ARE YOU IN THE DARK? CAN'T FIND YOUR WAY AROUND? NEED A FRIEND WHO WILL STICK WITH YOU THROUGH THICK OR THIN OR WHEN EVERYBDOY ELSE HAS DESERTED YOU?
