Singing Lullabies into the twilight

And we will be singing familiar old songs faithfully like it used to be sung to us when we were snugged up comfortably in our cribs. Singing till the sun dips down the horizon. Overwhelmed by the sweetness of the breeze that had swept through rows and rows of grapevines and orchards, carrying with it an orchestra of illustrious symphony; the sound of wind whistling against the blades of grass. No knowledge of parchment and no knowledge of fear. We will suckle on the rich moistness of the ocean air and pull a cover of comfort over our tiny bodies just like it used to be. Tears will then trace down the contours of our faces like the shadows that crawls and meanders as the sun sets. Time will slow down, almost unknowingly into a standstill. A phase we shall venture together as we embrace in anticipation into the twilight. A new dimension that shall open many more doors to understanding faith.

Capturing Moments

If life experiences were akin to a lush meadow sprawled with a wide variety of flowers, then butterflies will be moments that are worth capturing. Moments cant be framed nor can they be stored forever. In captivity, ther wither and fade away. We can only hang on to them and enjoy the moments we share. Butterflies are born to be free. So that others can have their share of moments too. So, how many butterflies have I caught and let go? I cant answer that question cos life is not about counting the number of pleasant experiences but about cherishing and learning from them. Each butterfly has a story and a character to understand. By setting it free, we give it a chance to spread its wings to share its story with someone. Every little contact builds on the colour of that moment. Let there be more colours on the wings of these butterflies.