Makob.
A word full of grief.
And sorrow.
Yagon.
Deep sustained grief and agony.
It drains vitality.
Avelut.
The sound of mourning.
The anguish of the soul.
The three sisters of mourning.
* * *
The sun set.
Shadows sank deep
Into the folds of the darkness.He sat alone.
No one around.
No one nearby.Just him.
The sky darkened with the shade of evening.
The sand became red and gold
With the colored splotches
Of the descending sun.The shadow of grief befell him.
He sat alone for a time.
Yet it seemed like an eternity.
A milestone.
She had passed.
He still recalled her last days.
The time spent with her.
The memories they created.
The special bond they shared.But she was gone now.
Never to come back.
Sorrow cast a shadow on him.
He recalled her last words:
“Be brave, and love
As Christ loved us.”
He has promised.
But had he kept it?
The shadows fell on him.
And so did the agony.The tears came.
He wept all alone.
Refusing comfort.
Defying love.
Abandoning hope.Believing he was an outcast.
A reject.
No one to love him.But one thought differently.
A child approached.
A girl of twelve.
Sunshine-colored hair.
Emerald-hued eyes.
A mature and loving face.The fountain gurgled
As its waters spilled down
Into the basin.Tear spilled down his face.
His body shook.
His shoulders heaved.
His breathing ragged and uneven.The child walked to him.
Halted right behind him.
Put her hand on his arm.No words were spoken.
The silence of the evening engulfed them.Sobs of anguish escaped his lips.
The child stood still.
Saying nothing.
Offering nothing
But her love
And companionship.
Love needs no words.
She stayed beside him.
Letting him know
He was not alone.
He was loved.
Cared for.
Rejoiced over.
Not a mistake.The child remained silent
For the longest time.Then she spoke for the first time.
“I pray you heal from things. . .”
Her strong fingers gripped his.
Unthinkingly, he tightened his grip
On hers.“. . .no one ever apologized for.”
His sobs quieted.
His breathing slowed.The child released her grip.
Sat down a few feet away.
She didn’t look back at him.But he knew she cared.
And was listening.
Watchful.
Ready to comfort him.
Ready to be a messenger of hope
Sent from the One Who loved him.
* * *
2 Corinthians 1:3-4- “Blessed be the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of mercies and God of all comfort, who comforts us in all our affliction, so that we may be able to comfort those who are in any affliction, with the comfort with which we ourselves are comforted by God.” ✟ ✟
-Starmonia ♰
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