Sister, we shall miss you

I sent my sister home to the Father's house today and for a moment , I saw her, young and full of vitality again..... her getting married, extraordinarily beautiful, refined. She was exquisite. The happiness in her face shone,  as she stood by her brand new cupboard, carefully putting away, stacks of multi-coloured cloths of various designs-it was customarily those days to give the new bride a  gift of new cloth to tailor make her clothes.......the sparkling gold bangles, chains, rings and ear-rings, etc....etc... ..So much happiness and joy.

Marie could actually hear the sound of  drawers and cupboards being locked, The sharp "prit!pregraack !" as the lock, locks into place......... Her coming home after a hard days work and still had the energy to sweep the whole compound clean, but of course two brooms turn the chore into something  special and romantic. Yah! she could still hear the sound of joyous  laughters. She and her husband were such a loving and romantic couple. ....Pages out of a story book!

 Life how mysterious you are!  When  we were journeying, it was as though the winding road stretched endlessly on, never ending..... and we moaned in fatigue. Then suddenly, it was no more and we shed tears of grief.....only then, do we realise that  life is such a short journey. One bat of the eyelid and it was gone, only the tomb stands....., what is left of the human's presence were  mere inscription on the silent tombstone . And  in memory lane hung pictures of cherished moments of  yesterdays......

You see in your mind, you remember, but you could no longer physically touch and embrace...RIP sister. You are safe in the The Father's house. The Lord has taken you home.