The smell of freshly cut grass brings memories to Neziah as he, his father and his siblings walk across old epitaphs.
Memories from not so distant past play at Neziah’s mind as they approach an old familiar tree.
A tree that has been a silent witness to his cries and mourns.
The tree that has been a shelter of the tomb of Neziah’s most beloved woman- his mother.
“It has been four years…” Neziah said under a deep sigh.
He continues the phrase in his mind…
“Four years of living without the light of our home. Four years of seeing Father pretending to be alright but obviously hurting with the loss of Mother- the love of his life.”
Neziah turned to his father and said…
“Father, you know I am really hurting thinking that Mother is not here with us anymore. I don’t know what will I do then, thinking that we will be living our lives without her. My heart was left wounded and it cuts deeper each passing day. ”
Neziah knelt down with one knee and remove the dry leaves from his mother’s tomb as he continues saying…
“But I realized that the wounded heart that’s hurting and in pain can stand-up and decide to live again.
One of the greatest lessons I learned is that all healing takes place from within.”
Neziah smiled as he continued…
“Every time I put that in my mind and my heart, the pain goes away.”
His father stood behind Neziah, rubbed his son’s head gently and said…
“That’s right son, be a living message of hope to this world even when you’re in grief. He who hopes even in the midst of pain will be accompanied by angels.”
He pointed to the east and said…
“If you will take a deeper look into sunrise, you will have hopes to carry with you through the day.”
His father bended down, wrapped his right arm to his son, gestured toward the setting sun and said…
“If you will look deeper into sunset, you will have an inspiration to have hopes for tomorrow.
Never lose hope; its abundance radiates the sky day and night.”
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The light from the candle reflects in the faces of Neziah’s siblings as he looks at them. Their voices echoes in their half- empty house as the two little angels with a big appetite have their own story to tell their father and Neziah.
One of his brother cupped a handful of rice and place it in his mouth as he continues his story about the little crab he caught last week- a story that he has been telling since it happened with a sense of pride in his eyes.
After Neziah had cleaned the table, he opened his drawer, picks- up his bundle of paper and his pencil shortened with repeated use.
Neziah loves to write. He loves to write about what happened on his day. Marking down what lessons he has learned. He loves to write his prayers to God and call it his poetry. There on the simple flat rock at the edge of the cliff is his place of solitude. His companions are the stars and the moon, delighted with every word that Neziah mark down on the paper.
He grabs a lamp, wears his coat and went to the place.
It took him a tiring thirty minutes to reach his nightly destination. He wipes the sweat in his forehead and thankful for the full moon because he and his father will not go out into the sea to fish. He has more time to stay there and be in one with nature.
He sits on the flat rock that’s lying safely in the edge of the high cliff.
The view is breathtaking.
Neziah can see the lights of their town and the sea that surrounds it.
The big yellow moon seems to kiss the waters of the sea. The clear reflection of her light shines calmly on the water’s surface as if inviting the person to walk on the path she is making.
Their town is like a clustered star sparkling in the midst of the darkness. Lights from little houses and inns seem to dance in the music of the wind.
The cool gentle wind caresses and touches Neziah’s cheeks.
The rhythmic sound of the waves that repeatedly touches the shore below him brings calmness to him. It was like the same feeling he feels when he was still a little child and his mother would sing while gently caressing his forehead until he falls asleep.
He noticed that the old big house below him that was abandon for almost three years is now lighted and he can hear indistinct chats and joyful laughter from the lighted house.
Neziah inhaled deeply to savor the cool and fresh air and starts to write his realization of the day.
“I live my life not on my own strength. Someone up there is patiently guiding me in everything that I do. Every step that I take is known to Him. Every heart break I felt is also painful to Him. He rejoices when I’m happy and He cries with me when I am in pain. Nothing that I do is hidden from His caring eyes and there is nothing I can do that can stop Him from loving me.”
Neziah’s writing was suddenly interrupted with a soothing and calming sound coming from one of the room of the big house below him. He placed the lamp on his back and examine where the sound was coming from.
After his eyes were fully adjusted after being shortly blinded by the lamp’s light, he clearly sees the lovely lady holding her violin with such elegance and beauty.
She plays the violin with such ability that Neziah could easily tell that she has been playing violin for a long time. Like his father to the sea, the traders to the marketplace and him to his pencil and paper.
Neziah could tell that the fine- looking lady is somewhat at his age. Her white complexion radiates in the candle-lit room. Her hair extends up to her shoulders with such smoothness that it adds beauty to her innocent looking face. Her eyes complements her lovely-rounded face as she smiles while feeling the emotions of the piece that she is playing in her violin.
Under the moonlit sky, together with the cool breeze of the wind Neziah put down his pencil and sit there on the top of the rock just to listen to the angelic sound coming from the old house. He knew that this night is different from the other nights that why he want to seize to be serenade by an angel.
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