I am up here, in my roof apartment of my dreams, 4 floors from the ground floor. Surrounded by lively greenery. Books, pens along all kinds of trinkets I could use for whatever. At the moment I am enjoying a delicious fruity mixture hot drink. I am blessed with a powerful desktop computer & printer. All things ingeniously placed within my reach. My bed is right behind my desk. Soon as my eyelids begin to close I simply get up. I walk a couple of steps. I crawl under my velvet blankets. Ah! Thanks, my Father, how good You are to me. Sweet sound sleep takes over me.
On waking up, hum! Where is all that beauty of a moment ago? Need this. Need that. Where is Ahmad? Perhaps an email? Nothing! Father! Father! O my Father—O Father of mine, what is happening to me?
We cannot change eternity. We cannot change the Ever Existent One. No matter what are our religious or secular beliefs, our opinions, our philosophies, our concepts, our theories, conclusions & resolutions about all things in the whole Universe, no matter. We still have to wrestle with our own selves. With our churning minds. With our volatile feelings.
Ah but! There is hope. There is always hope in the power of love from on high. Whether gloom or glee, the power of love from on high is right there, as close to me as the heart that pumps the blood in my body for me to breathe & live. The power of love has never fail me. The power of love from on high will never fail thee. That’s the ‘Good News’!
His love in my heart for all, thiaBasilia.