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Footprints
Sunday, July 26, 2009
 As dusk approached, there I was, alone. Seated by the sandy beach, my toes buried in the cold sand, watching as the sun disappear from the horizon. The sea breeze in my face as I huddled in my tattered maroon cloak. Life. I pondered, tears welling up in my eyes. As the dark slowly enveloped the night, I cried myself to sleep, cuddled up beside a moldy log.
I felt a gentle pat on my shoulder. I awoke and looked into the stranger's eyes. He smiled and nodded. He patted the ground and sat beside me, and looked towards the sea. I was surprised, but I didn't mind the company. Turning my gaze back towards the endless stretch of water, I could see an orange neon orb rising from the other end of the ocean, peeking through the waters. The beginning of a new day.
The stranger stood up and dusted his tunic. He turned around and with outstretched arms he spoke, "Come my child, let us go." I didn't know who he was, but his sincerity and care compelled me to accept the invitation. We strolled along the shoreline, soaking our feet in each passing wave. We hadn't spoke much, but I could sense he knew my every thought.
He took my hand and started swinging to the rhythm of our footsteps. I tried to slip it out, but his grip tighten, in an assertive yet gentle manner. It was such a long time someone held my hand, almost forgetting how it felt. I relented, allowing the warmth of his palm to reach mine. I was afraid but an insurmountable joy filled my heart. My cloak of poignant anguish was lifted off my shoulders. I felt the warmth this stranger possessed.
I felt like a kid again. Without worries, without sadness, just a carefree sensation. He released my hand. My stroll turned to skipping, and then to jumping, and then to running, fighting back the resistance of the wind. In moments, I was exhausted, but it was worthwhile. "Father", I called out to him. Even before I could complete my request, he hoisted me onto his shoulders, lifting me to a greater height. I waved my hands in the air imagining I was flying, knowing his steady arms were always there to support me.
It was a full moon that night. We sat by a small fire, under a beam of moonlight. The sizzling of our fish cooking, the soft sounds of waves crashing. We sat together in deep commune. He told of many great stories. I was filled with awe. I could hardly fathom the immeasurable miracles he experienced. When I got tired, he laid me down by my usual wooden refuge, weaving his fingers through my hair. The sound of his soothing melody slowly faded.
Morning came. I woke up eagerly, in hope of seeing my companion. Could it just have been a dream? Beside me laid the pile of soot and crisp wood. Had he left me? I spotted a figure further down the beach and ran towards it. What I saw puzzled me. There, another boy was. Knees tucked to his chest, snuggled under a stained garnet cloth. That sense of familiarity. A voice spoke within my mind, "Its your turn now."
 Labels: God, thoughts
Darren Nico Pillai
Not-so-average teen, deep thinker, perfectionist with quirky randomness. Trained in the art of sarcasm and nonsensical logic.
Overcoming the circumstances of the present, and the issues of my past,
striving in self-betterment with a moral balance with the hope of the fulfillment of the destiny to be a light for Christ in His likeness,
spreading the love of God as how He first loved us
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Heal my heart and make it clean
Open up my eyes to the things unseen
Show me how to love like You have loved me
Break my heart for what breaks Yours
Everything I am, for Your kingdom's cause
As I walk from earth into eternity
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- Hosanna -
Philosophy:
I like to think about life, especially pursuing on the concept of love. Not that lovey dovey romantic kind, but the affections we have for one another
that ties us together,strangers, friends, besties, family, that's the love I wanna know about. Love is the essence of life that ties us together,
love is what we were made for and to be, love is embracing the gift of the relationship with GOD.
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Collection of inspirations and reminders: Nico_thoughts@Twitter
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Footprints
Sunday, July 26, 2009
As dusk approached, there I was, alone. Seated by the sandy beach, my toes buried in the cold sand, watching as the sun disappear from the horizon. The sea breeze in my face as I huddled in my tattered maroon cloak. Life. I pondered, tears welling up in my eyes. As the dark slowly enveloped the night, I cried myself to sleep, cuddled up beside a moldy log.
I felt a gentle pat on my shoulder. I awoke and looked into the stranger's eyes. He smiled and nodded. He patted the ground and sat beside me, and looked towards the sea. I was surprised, but I didn't mind the company. Turning my gaze back towards the endless stretch of water, I could see an orange neon orb rising from the other end of the ocean, peeking through the waters. The beginning of a new day.
The stranger stood up and dusted his tunic. He turned around and with outstretched arms he spoke, "Come my child, let us go." I didn't know who he was, but his sincerity and care compelled me to accept the invitation. We strolled along the shoreline, soaking our feet in each passing wave. We hadn't spoke much, but I could sense he knew my every thought.
He took my hand and started swinging to the rhythm of our footsteps. I tried to slip it out, but his grip tighten, in an assertive yet gentle manner. It was such a long time someone held my hand, almost forgetting how it felt. I relented, allowing the warmth of his palm to reach mine. I was afraid but an insurmountable joy filled my heart. My cloak of poignant anguish was lifted off my shoulders. I felt the warmth this stranger possessed.
I felt like a kid again. Without worries, without sadness, just a carefree sensation. He released my hand. My stroll turned to skipping, and then to jumping, and then to running, fighting back the resistance of the wind. In moments, I was exhausted, but it was worthwhile. "Father", I called out to him. Even before I could complete my request, he hoisted me onto his shoulders, lifting me to a greater height. I waved my hands in the air imagining I was flying, knowing his steady arms were always there to support me.
It was a full moon that night. We sat by a small fire, under a beam of moonlight. The sizzling of our fish cooking, the soft sounds of waves crashing. We sat together in deep commune. He told of many great stories. I was filled with awe. I could hardly fathom the immeasurable miracles he experienced. When I got tired, he laid me down by my usual wooden refuge, weaving his fingers through my hair. The sound of his soothing melody slowly faded.
Morning came. I woke up eagerly, in hope of seeing my companion. Could it just have been a dream? Beside me laid the pile of soot and crisp wood. Had he left me? I spotted a figure further down the beach and ran towards it. What I saw puzzled me. There, another boy was. Knees tucked to his chest, snuggled under a stained garnet cloth. That sense of familiarity. A voice spoke within my mind, "Its your turn now."
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