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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