Songs Of Psalmist (What Is My Purpose)

CHAPTER 23 (My & I)

He was dead.

They were riddled at the shocking grave news that spread throughout, especially to her...

The cold truth pierced the heart of a small child. Stealing her innocence and waking up in a minute realization that this world she lives in is full of vile scummy sorrows, agonizing afflictions, and dolefulness dolor. That in this world, every beginning has an ending. And that there was never a happy ending in one's ending. Though some would say that some have lived a good life, but still, the sudden actualization where they say that the one you are caring was now the one you cared, stings like death itself. Remembering the good moments that will never be experienced again together in this world. It sure does fiercely strikes and pierces through your heart that hurts more than an actual wound you had...

The moment of letting go, where no one was ready, but still need to be done is here. The moment of burying the one you cared for...

The little child's eyes were already dried, and no tears has even fallen from that very moment. But we could surely see that the tears are raining inside her...

"Don't worry, dear, we shall meet him again someday," says a caring old woman to that little girl who lost her father, "and until that time, I will be your guardian. I may never be the perfect replacement but I will hold you dear as mine. I will love you dear until that Great Unity comes where we shall meet again with all the fallen in another Village, specially prepared for us. The moment where there will never be sorrowful tears and joy will be felt for eternity. In the right moment, you'll soon understand what I'm saying."

Then she hugged the small weeping child and finally said, "It's okay to not be okay, my dear. Just let the rain pour its last drop, and know that the sun is still there afterwards."

As the casket is now being lowered down, the old woman asked for the child's final words, "Speak, my dear..."

"..."

"Speak your thought... don't keep it inside... Say something my dear..."

"..."

...

In the Village...

"Ohhh... You haven't heard the news yet then... uhmmm..." a beautiful young lady was talking to her pretty friend, "ahh.... Our Village is being redesigned by the Builders for The Plan..."

"Oh really? I see, that's why I was not familiar with this part of the village," I was a bit confused at the sudden change in her familiar streets, "I really need to hear The Plan."

She answered I, "Don't worry, my friend... uhmm... we'll talk about it when we finally reach the Sanctuary where our Overseers do the meetings."

"KLING TILING!"

A ringtone like sound was heard from I's mind.

"YOU'VE GOT SYNCHED!"

The tone and audible voice is not as clear and as vivid as an actual sound you hear with your ears when your phones, gadgets, or social sites dictates you to pay your unrelenting attention to them.

Just imagine a song or melody that always plays in your mind when you had that last song syndrome. Even though you are not actually hearing a sound, but it's as if the tune is already engraved at the runes of your mind. Now, that's what you will experience when you hear that catchy tune in your head...

"Whoah?! Was that My's ability?" I talked to herself.

"Uhmmm... Are you talking to yourself, I?" She talked back to I.

"Oops! Sorry, She. I was being synched by My, you see." I giggled a bit coz she rhymed.

"Aaahhh... Who's My?" She asked her.