Miracle

The moon and the stars bid goodbye before the daybreak and the sun raised its fiery brows among the clouds. It was a beautiful sight to have the sky painted with carnation which served as grandiose backdrop for the egrets flying in peculiar formation. There she watched the breaking of dawn with adoration. Her hair, cascading at her shoulders, danced along to every blow of a morning breeze. She put her hand on her cheeks but her gaze remained fixed on the fiery ball that gradually emerged from the curtains of the night.  She knew this fireball would be blasting soon and so she took all the chances to get a glimpse of it before it becomes blinding. Then she smiled. She cried. She laughed. She danced. She yelled. She jumped. She prayed. All of these were done simultaneously in the sight of the beautiful greetings of the sun - the same sun that nourished life and the invisible lives that sprouted forth from human hearts.

“Oh sun!” she thought. “You keep life moving.  You affect the weather and even determine what life should be in this planet. But are you not a mere fusion of gases and exploding hydrogen particles that heat up the solar system? Are you not just a celestial body that illuminates the world to make you its deity? Isn’t it bizarre that you never move from your place while you fondly watch all the planets move around you? What makes you special?”

She lowered her head, and looked at her feet. She knew that it was morning. The once hazy sights of things were gradually illuminated. The roosters crowed in yonder village signifying that it was already morning. The first ray of sunlit emerged from the mountain and it was becoming bolder and bolder in every bit of time. The water underlying the panorama glittered with every ripple fashioned by the wind.  And while keenly observing this,  she recalled how difficult life was and yesterday she just been junked which she never expected. She felt cheated. And shed a tear at the painful scene of separation. She cried in her agony. She cried in her loneliness. She cried for she felt forsaken. The tears that flowed from her eyes fell to the vast body water on her feet. It momentarily shook the water but was eventually consumed in calmness of the sea.

Then she raised her head to the sky once more with dignity and valor - for she felt that she owned this wonderful world which unfolded before here like an apparition, a miracle. Oh, how beautiful it was to her. She could not deny the power of sunrise to touch the hearts of men and mend them with joviality. Right there and then she understood the purpose of sunrise. It sets the beginning of time and signifies that all things happen in the different chances. It determines the night from the day in the same way that man determines the differences between sadness and happiness. It creates division yet bound things in complete harmony like a musical piece played in amalgam, fueling the world to perpetually spin. And she knew that like the world that awaits the light of the sun, life must go on. As long as the sun rises, the wheel of life will keep on turning. As long as the sun rises, hope shall live on.

She then looked at the flock of egrets that grew dimmer in the horizon. She understood that like these birds, she too must live on. That there are even greater things that await her in life amidst the clout of pain and the pang of loneliness in the physical world. Deep in her heart, she understood all of it and kissed  yesterday goodbye to face a new beginning.