Blue Sky and White Clouds
I walked two laps at the park, listening to my baby iPod Little White. The playlist was the Love Songs series. After that, I rested at a bench, relaxed, lifted up my eyes to above. The sky was just so soft and gentle, it seemed to be beaming at me. Somehow I knew deep in my heart, it was.
As I got up to leave, I heard some noise, saw something rushing in. A dad drove a big toy jeep, cruising along wildly by the park with his son tucked in, snuggled in the bosom of his papa. I looked at the face of the dad, then the son, there was no way that they could hide their laughter and fun, even if they wanted to try.
I was touched… and Little White began to sing that song, "It Must be You."
I felt happy, I felt real, I felt joyful and peaceful, bewildered in the most romantic way. At that moment, I thought I had a glimpse of the Heavenly Garden, no human vocabularies could ever describe her beauty.
It just dawned on me time and time again: the most profound truth in life but understood by the simple in heart.
"’For this my son was dead and is alive again; he was lost and is found.’ And they began to be merry. " (Luke 15:24)
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