Done

He is the Father of them all. As he is seated in his rocking chair looking below from the balcony, his tears are flowing like a continuous waterfall.

"It is done."

After saying those words, he lays his head against the long back chair and closes his eyes. Everything is coming back to his mind from the beginning.

He was lonely. So he created everything. He gave all that he had.  From deep inside his heart, he extracted all that it contained. But nothing was sufficient to his human creations.

One of them who was there at the garden below the balcony has even asked for the star. That child, a boy, has looked for him to ask for it.

After reaching the point of  putting two triangular shaped toys, one on top of the other, but one on reverse, the boy realized he had created a new thing before his eyes. He came to him and asked a question.

"Father, look!"

He heard his call and searched for him down the balcony with joy as he was remembered by one of his creations. The boy called knowing he was watching them all the time.

"Yes, my son."

The boy showed his two pieces of toys, two triangular shaped toys forming into something new.

"This is beautiful! May I ask you something like this?"

With excitement and eyes glowing, he asked him.

"Of course, my son."

He smiled and his heart jumped gleefully as he observed the faith and hope in the boy's pair of big, wide opened eyes.

He turned his look on top of them. The clouds were bluish white in color, an amazing combination of purity. Suddenly, it turned dark.

All the children playing in the garden shouted with fears as they suddenly felt themselves lost in the dark.

"Father!"

Then one by one they could witness the appearance of a brilliant light twinkling on top of their heads. There were many! Uncountable!

All the children were amazed, entertained and started to jump with joy dancing, hooking their arms and singing gladly.

"Our Father is great! None is ever greater than Him! The Only One! The Only God! Alleluia!  Alleluia!

The boy himself, the happiest of them all, shouted much louder.

"And He loves me!"

The Father's eyes were filled with tears of joy brought by the amazement he felt. The boy knelt before Him as his knees fell to the ground on its own.

"Those are the stars in the universe, my son, created for all of you."

As those words were said, all the children knelt themselves before the Father, thanking Him.

Then a little girl took a stand.

"But Father, we cannot see each other well. May I ask for a bigger star?"

The Father laughed and as he did, a group of stars joined themselves together and formed into a big round circle before the eyes of everyone.

The little girl's eyes went rounder and wider till the eyeball covers the view of the whole big star.

The whole garden was lit up against the dark surroundings.

The Father turned to the boy and asked him to give the big star a name.

"How will you call it my son?

The boy looked at him and smiled. Something new was created in his mind. He went to approach the girl and put his arm on her shoulder.

"Sister, that's a Moon!"

The girl looked at him with a happy, contented response.

"A Moon!"

All the other children shouted the word as they embraced each other happily.

"Thank you, Father!"

The little girl said, and she blew kisses to the happy Father on top of the balcony.

Once again, the Father's heart was full of joy.

"My children are my most loving creations."

All the children found something new in their lives at the garden. They started to adopt new activities under the stars and the moon.

The Father sat himself back to his chair. He let the children play. He watched them all the time.

Whatever he had been seeing, no one but Him knew them. No one else.

The writer stopped for a while, studying the face of the Father. The Father's face was not very clear to his eyes. But he could see the lips when it turned into a smile. Other than that, nothing he could see.

Then a loud voice called again. Someone familiar. The boy.

"Yes, my son."

At his call, the Father jumped from the chair. 

A call from His children excite and made his heart leap.

 "I am not satisfied anymore just looking at the star from here."

The Father's face became unreadable.

"What is it that you are asking?"

The boy's eyes went wide with excitement-

"I want to reach it, Father! I want to go there and explore!"

The Father did not say anything.

The writer tried to look at Him from a different angle, but could not get a hint of what He felt. His face was so deep to decipher.

Since the Father was not saying anything, all the other children's attention was fully captivated by the boy.

They all left what they were doing and went around the boy looking at the Father.

One looked at the boy and confronted him.

"What else are you asking for? He has given us everything that we need."

Another boy added.

"Yes, that is true!"

The boy who asked the Father got uncomfortable and about to retaliate, but the other boy continued.

"I have asked him how to construct something from my wooden toys and he showed me how to build houses, furniture, bridges and even towers!"

The little girl came forward too.

"That is true. I have asked the Father how to make myself beautiful. I have learned to make beautiful your houses, surroundings, even myself pretty and interesting before your eyes.

With my little dolls, I have practiced everything. With my kitchen toys, I have cooked for you. With my plastic bowls, I have planted and replanted the plants and flowers around us in this garden. 

You see, the Father has given us the talents to be useful to one another."

One more child stepped forward too.

"Yes! the Father even has sent us His only Son to guide our ways. Many of us were being misled by the Darkness. We have a Light, yet many refuses, even to look at His Son.!"

The boy who asked the Father for something more got full and burst out loud.

"Enough!"

All were stoned still. All eyes big and mouth opened in big surprise. They shut up.

"I believe in the Father. He is Good. He is Kind. He has Power. Whatever I ask Him, He will give. And, I want to show that kind of Faith."

The boy looked back to the Father. His eyes begging Him. Without more words, he knelt before Him.

This time the writer could see the Father's face. His eyelids were half closed. Expression, though, could not be read. 

"What is it that you are asking?"

The boy responded.

"Give me the talent. Show me how. Teach me. I want to show everyone how much more there is in you."

"Why?"

The Father was not moved with the boy's reason.

"Because I love  you."

At the speak of the word, the Father's eyelids went up. After a while, He spoke again.

"Well then, my son. Just ask and it shall be given. Seek and you shall find. Knock and the door will be opened. Whatever you will ask me, I will give.

Just remember this: I love you so much. Repent. My arms will be there waiting to forgive you."

There was a stand still. The boy and the other children were quiet for a long while. 

The boy was the first to recover and jumped up so joyfully.

"Yes, Father! I promise. I will never forget you!"

The Father's eyelids fell down again.

The writer' s eyes were fixed on the Father's face. He felt the sadness of His heart.  

The boy started to look around him. Everyone went back to what they were doing before. So he went everywhere, in every corner, without  nothing in mind what he was looking for.  He knew he just needed to find something.

He went back to his original toys of two triangles formed into one. One finger pointed to one then another.

He thought to himself as he realized more and more about what he could do with what he got.

"I would need more to produce something new and more."

A child who was playing with a metal plane after getting bored with his wooden ones had asked the Father if there's a better material to construct planes, since his wooden toys got rotten everytime he threw it into the air and it fell into the lagoon.

When he went to play other games with other children, and left his metal plane under a tree, the boy holding his set of triangle toys went into the woods near the lagoon. He sat himself under a tree.

He found the metal plane. He picked it up. Studied it and looked at the stars. Closing his eyes and creating a vision, his mind reached to create something more. He opened his eyes. They were like the moon!

He jumped to his feet, full of excitement and merrily went dancing around the lagoon. Within the water, the moon's reflection was shining bright and loud.

"Thank you Father! Thank you! Thank you!"

Then the story went on and all the children knew what happened next till everything ended and what all have done to the Father's generosity and love for them all. 

The writer murmured to himself.

"Until all is done according to the Scriptures." 

A loud explosion woke up the writer. He went to look at the window.

"Must it be the end of it all or the beginning of something new?"

He went back to his bed to pick up his shirt. He saw the pen. 

"Only the Father knows."

Those were the words he picked up from seeing his pen.

Then he put on his shirt and went out to find out what's going on. The following words kept coming back to his mind.

"Just remember this:

I love you so much. Repent. My arms will be there waiting to forgive you." 

 

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Followed

 

The writer finds himself on a highway. It is a wide empty one with no division line in its middle. Maybe it is a one way lane, so he thinks of it.

Alongside, there is nothing he can see. Suddenly, he sees someone dressed in casual clothes; top shirts, jeans and sporty shoes. He has long hair, but obviously a man according to his body structure.

He calls to him but receives no response . He tries to run to catch up with him, but he cannot. He is wondering why. Then he sees a pen in his hand. 

"Oh!" he says. 

"I must be dreaming or having a vision while writing again."

So he stops running and just puts his hands in his jeans pocket with his pen. He relaxes himself and just follows the man.

Not long after, there is another man walking beside him.

"Follow me. Come with me." the man says.

"Where?" the writer asks.

"I am to lead a ministry about my god."

"Who is your god?"

 "It is not who, it is what."

The writer is puzzled with the answer. But he  chooses not to argue. He looks straight ahead to lead the man's look.

"I am following him already. I am sorry."

He is using the man ahead as an excuse for a true reason. He has been following him without even knowing where it will end. Something in him makes him feel and believes he better be. He feels faith for that man. 

The first traveller in his side, bows his head to him and bades goodbye. He walks with a faster speed to reach the man ahead. He is able to!

The writer is surprised in what he sees.

"How can he do that while I can't?"

The writer then realizes that the traveller is dressed in expensive clothing. A beautiful blue! A suit that proves he is obviously a rich man.

When the traveller reaches the side of the man, he starts to talk to him. The man keeps his look straight ahead of him. Then he stops and turns his head to the traveller. After that he points his look to a fallen dirty woman on his side of the road.

Though they both stop beside her, the writer cannot reach them. His eyes go big when he sees the woman. How can he miss that, being himself at the back of them about twenty five steps away, maybe that far.

 The woman has a child in her arms about two years old. Both have dirty faces and clothes. They seem to have lost their consciousness, maybe due to hunger and heat.

He wants to help them too, but he cannot move. He sees the traveller's look with a dismay in his face at the woman and the boy, as he responds while making hand movements as if cleaning his clothes. Then with his head up high, he continues on his way.

The man whom he follows, takes a bottle of water and some bread from his bag, which the writer just realizes he fails to notice before.

The man sits the woman up after she recovers consciousness right after drinking the water. Then she manages to stand with the boy in her arms. She is wearing a long pink dress with a blue cape on top of it and her head is covered with white long veil.

Her son is wearing a long pink dress. Is he a boy? He is a boy with short hair, but wearing pink. 

"I saw him before"

The writer is trying to remember where he has seen the boy before but fails.

The man ahead kisses the hand of the woman, then goes on walking. The woman and the boy stay where they are.

As the writer passes them, at the wink of his eyes, he sees them clean. They have clean faces, clean clothes and smile at him. He wants to stop walking, but his feet prohibit him to do so.

He looks at the hands of the woman expecting a bottle of water or food, but what he sees is a rosary!

His eyes go big. Mother Mary! He closes his eyes to look at them again to confirm what he is seeing. But they disappear as if gone with the wind!

He looks back to the highway and realizes the man is already distances away.

Then he hears voices of people singing songs of praises beside him. There is an old man of about  fifty years old leading seven pairs of couples. Young couples whose ages may not be more than thirty. 

Each couple walked one behind the other making seven pairs. 

The old man who leads them, stops singing and the others too. He walks closer to the writer.

"Come and be one of us."

The writer gives him a questionable look. 

"Why for?"

The leader answers.

"We aim to live life to the best we believe of it."

The writer still questions him.

"How is it?"

The old leader smiles.

"Just observe. See for yourself."

Then he leaves and continues what he has been doing before. He is back to the group leading them. So they walk past him and turn him into an observer from behind their group.

The writer observes that the old man is facing the group this time. With his hands clasped as if praying, he holds a book in his hand. All the seven pairs do the same. 

There is peacefulness in the air. Anyone can feel it through the breezes in the air. All of them with eyes closed as all on their knees while praying.

 Then they sing songs so sweet to the ears, they stand and raise their hands up to the sky.

Ahead, the man he has been following is already more distances away. But then, he comes back walking closer to them when they sing. There is an obvious happiness in his face. He is happy!

The writer stops walking. He likes to watch this one. It is like watching a movie to him.

The prayers and singing stop. The leader turns around to lead the group. He is reading out loud his book while walking. 

As they pass the man ahead, no one notices him standing on the right side of the road. To them, he is invincible.

As soon as the leader turns his back to the pairs, everything changes. 

The first two couples listen and follow the readings religiously. The third and fourth are doing the same, but with interference. The woman of the fourth pair has been continuously interrupted by the rest of the couples. What has been happening to her, calls the attention of the pair before her and her partner. They all make an effort to always get her attention back to the book they are reading.

The fifth, sixth and seventh couples are totally inattentive, not participating at all to the reading.

The last pair opens two bottles of liquor from their travelling bag hanging on their shoulders. They share it to the other two pairs ahead of them.

The man second to the last in line, lights some cigarettes. He shares them with the others and goes on high smokes.

The last three pairs are changing partners. There is lust in their eyes. Maybe due to substances they are taking. 

The woman of the fifth pair keeps reading the book with the ears on what has been talked about by the rest of the last pair. She laughs at them but never participates. Once in a while, she murmurs to the ears of the woman before her and they both giggle. So this fifth woman has been interrupting the fourth woman in line while both have their eyes fixed on the book.

As the group passes the side of the man on the side of the road, his face is so, so sad and almost crying.

The writer's heart is touched by the sadness in his face, his tears fall. 

Suddenly, the leader faces the group looking at the sky shouting.

"Praise the Lord!"

The pairs of couples are back to themselves and shouts the same. As the leader turns around and looks at them, he does not seem to notice anything in the couples.

The man, the writer follows and stands on the side of the road, stays still with his head down and face full of sadness.

Then loud shouts call everyone's attention to the writer's side of the wide road. 

They all have reached a seaside. There are people shouting for help. They seem to be drowning.  Yes, they are! 

The writer counts them as they are all separated from each other. Ten people!

The woman of the fifth pair shouts and points her finger on them.

"They are drowning! People help them! For God's sake, help them!"

The first four pairs run straight to help. They can only save one each since the people on the water are separated and the water is rough.

The fifth woman goes hysterical and desperate in asking for help and pleads. She looks at the pairs behind her, they just look at the people with blank faces. They do not care saying, "That is what happens to people who do not know God."

The woman cannot believe her ears.

"What?"

She starts to cry more. She turns to her partner and pleads with him.

"Please help. I can't. I don't know how to swim. We will both get drowned if I jump there. You, you can swim."

The partner responds to her with mercy on his eyes, but refuses to move. 

"If they know how to pray, they should pray for help."

With her partner's response, the woman cries more. She cannot believe what she just heard. Then she notices the leader just looking at the others on the water.

She kneels in front of him helplessly.

"Please do something! Help them! You can do too. You can swim. You are not that old to help!"

The leader picks her up.

"My child, let us leave it to God. If I die, no one will lead this group. You will all be lost."

The woman's eyes get wide with a shock.

"But you are the one who teaches us to sacrifice ourselves for others!"

The other is silent, without a word but looks at her with calmness.

The woman's legs weaken and fall to the ground, crying hard with desperation.

"Jesus help us!"

Her words shake the sad man on the road side. He looks at the woman crying and turns his look to the water. Without hesitation, he goes to the water and saves one more. The others have saved the eight people and back dead tired to the seashore side.

The writer wants to jump into the water too, but his feet cannot move. He is condemned just to be an observer to all that is happening.

The nine people are saved with their saviors all exhausted lying beside them. Only one, but only one who is the closest, is left behind on the water. 

Everyone must have thought to better help the farthest one first due to the level of danger. Maybe hoping that the rest will do it for them. Unfortunately, it is not the case. So the current took the tenth person with its tide away. 

The writer cries so hard as his knees weaken and lead him to kneel.

"If only. If only. Everyone could have been saved and not one left behind."

He has been crying there for hours, hands on his face.

When he raises, there is no one on the road. It is clear with people, except that man twenty five steps ahead of him. Due to tears on his eyes, his vision is blurred. He cleanses his eyes. The man is not there anymore, but a big cross!

"Jesus on the cross!"

Back from a dream because of different surroundings, the writer realizes that he is not walking. He is inside his car, hands crossed on the wheels. His car is parked facing the church. 

He put his back against the seat with his head to rest on its headrest. He closes his eyes and questions himself.

"What has just happened?"

Then he turns his head on the seat beside him and sees his pen and papers. He picks up the papers and there is written another story.

"You have been writing."

That is what he reads as he sees his pen.

He shakes his head and smiles. 

"You did it again Pen."

Then someone knocks on his car's glass window. A known friend of the church reminds him of the mass starting soon. So he keeps all papers and the pen away.

 

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Intermission 5

What's coming in The Pen this week?

The Writer Series 13 - Followed

 

 His eyes go big. Mother Mary! He closes his eyes to look at them again to confirm what he is seeing. But they disappear as if gone with the wind!
 

 

The Writer Series 14 - Done

  

He was lonely. So he created everything. He gave all that he had.  From deep inside his heart, he extracted all that it contained. But nothing was sufficient to his human creations.

The Writer Series 15 - Harvested

 

 "We give thanks to you, Lord God Almighty, who is and who was, because you have taken your great power and have begun to reign."

What's coming in the weekend?

 

The Writer and The Pen

 

"I, like everyone else, was impressed by the last series. The Judge finally came out to fulfill what was written in the Scriptures.

One thing for sure, I heard an angel saying:

'Take your sickle and reap, because the time to reap has come, for the harvest of the earth is ripe."

 

Acknowledgements

 

The Writer Series, the writer and The Pen will be on vacation for a while. 

This NOT A GOODBYE!   

  

And  Soon!

The Stories Behind The Stories

 

Letter from Peter (Intermission 4)

 

 

 

                THE GOOD BOOK SAYS

 

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 Children's joyous songs, laughter and praises were all that could be heard from the inside of that magnificent white house. Harps were played so wonderfully, accompanied by the songs that gave indescribable effects on anyone's ears.

The writer sleeping in his white big bed was smiling after letting a very deep breath inhaled then slowly exhaled. He was dreaming!

The white house was enormous! It was so simple. Below the house top formed like a cupola was the second floor with its big terrace in front. In the middle of the all painted white terrace was nothing but a rocking golden chair. So gloriously gold in color that it overwhelmed the eyes. But not that it hurt. Instead it pleased a vision.

The writer peeped in one of the windows by the ground floor. They were framed in a square like shape of flashing gold in color. 

Inside the ground floor were children! Boys and girls of  all ages. Everyone dressed in white, like that of the color of the clouds. They were all so very happy as they sang and danced while the other children clothed in golden color played their harps to the music. All inside were children, nothing else.

"There's a joy in my heart, because the Son is with me. There's greatness in my heart, because the Father loves me."

Then one of the children standing in the middle of all of them saw the writer by the window. He smiled then came closer walking to the window as if trying to see what else was outside besides the writer. He nodded as a sign of recognition then returned to where he was standing before. His golden cloth made him outstanding compared to others clothed in white surrounding him. He said something to everyone. They all turned their looks at the window. The writer was not there anymore.

In his bed, the writer moved. His position was like a fetus  in the womb. He was uncovered by bed sheets. Closing his arms around his knees, like that of one who was afraid of something. As if having a stomachache.

Some of the children came running to the windows to look outside. Curious what was outside as pointed out by that boy they were listening to. The only one, who was not carrying a harp among those clothed in gold. That boy was so beautiful like the rest of those children clothed in smashing color of gold. He watched while the others went running to look through the windows as he invited them to do.

Before the eyes of the other children, they saw a beautiful marvelous garden. Outside have different colors of beauties. Beautiful flowers of all kinds, shapes and colors. Amazingly colorful and so pleasing to the eyes! There were trees, plants, mountains, hills, animals and others. Nature!

All enclosed inside the golden colored marble-like wide fences with a far away black door that could be hardly seen. The beauty was an incredible beauty of dawn and sunset combined. Just like a prism. So inviting and intriguing for any adult eyes. For the children they aroused curiosity and wonders.

They all turned around when they heard a call from someone. Another child, a girl, holding a harp and dressed in golden color like the boy in the middle, came to stand up beside him.

She called everyone to listen to her. The girl was pointing her finger on top of the stair like shaped of clouds then knelt with hands clasped together like praying. Most of the children dressed in whites followed her and knelt as well.

The others, the minority, remained standing and positioned themselves behind that boy without a harp. Obviously, there was a division of listeners.

Then steps coming from the stairs were heard. They sounded like small thunders followed by a breeze.

Then it stopped.

 Recognizing who it was, the writer woke up in a halt. 

"Jesus!"

At the same time he got up from his bed, he realized he fell asleep writing in his bed. His papers and pen fell to the floor with his bed cover.

"Pick me up and write again!"

He imagined his pen talking to him. Well, he responded.

"This time no! Next time!"

Then the writer left the bedroom. The Pen stayed on the floor.  

 

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