Songs Of Psalmist (What Is My Purpose)

CHAPTER 24 (Him & Someone)

"I will hasten and not delay to obey your commands, my Maker."

Those were the last words Him uttered to Maker in His Courts before bidding his farewell...

We can now see him walking from His Courts' streets of gold to a path among the stones of fire. To where Him will fulfill the first step in his mission. It seems that he is in a new setting...

The Psalmist sang a familiar tune,

"Come ye, come all
in His Gardens, pacific
pizzazzy, sprightly,
jaustly, augustly
regal & epic,
orderly, symphonic..."

His Gardens. The most beautiful garden you would ever see in your entire lifetime! All elements are there. May it be air or water or land or even fire... and other elements unknown to man.

Everything is in such perfect order, may it be symmetrical or asymmetrical. A tasteful harmony it brings. A full orchestral hit it sustains.

Peace and tranquility is what it pierces on our very soul. The sweet aroma of the surroundings cleanses our very lungs. All our senses take such full delight.

All kinds of precious stones are there. All arranged accordingly in order that is pleasing to the eyes. There are some big ones that are floating all over with such full of grace, slowly spinning. And there are some that just towers the onlookers with such valor.

Soft specks 'n speckles and pint dusts looms all over as all beasts and animals freely stirs up the place. May it be on land or in air or in water, may it be small or large, may it be known or unknown... Full of life.

If the Village's land is fruitful and abundant, it would never be compared to His Garden. For his garden is perfect in every corner that one can perceive.

We could hear the gentle whistles of the wind and tunes of birds and gush of water and chimes of trees, all harmonizing in one accord, like a powerful orchestral choir.

All kinds of trees and nature's delight grows in that land with such savory delicacies for our eyes. It is well irrigated by four sweet refreshing rivers, free flowing in all winds.

Aesthetic, esthetic, attractive, beauteous, bonny, comely, cute, drop-dead, fair, fetching, good, good-looking, goodly, gorgeous, handsome, knockout, likely, lovely, lovesome, pretty, ravishing, seemly, sightly, stunning, taking, well-favored, beautiful! Just beautiful to be here! No synonyms and vocabs combined can comprehend, not even of as that thesaurus'...

But the one that towers them all, is the giant Mighty Tree floating at the center. As big as the largest kubo you would ever see. Like an island, it floats in the air. We could see its enormous roots extending, that serves as the ground in able for one to stood in its place.

Gigantic as it is, it has this peculiar river flowing from atop its leaves, circulating its wide trunk, and falling from its roots to the very ground we are in, like those falls we see in those Seven Falls scenery of Bicol.

The Mighty Tree's grandeur none can compare, that even all the trees we encountered ever since we started this journey combined, none can equate.

The Psalmist continued that quiddity song,

"...the heart, the cynosure
vary, verboten, vivacious
the Mighty Tree in His Gardens
Come ye, come all"

In able to go where it stands (or floats, rather), one must go up the twelve smooth rocks floating in ascending order, like a stairway from the ground to that Mighty Tree.

Him then took a step, and another, then another, until he is now standing at one of its roots, gaping in awe in front of the Mighty Tree.

He saw that it was abundant with fruits. But Him noticed that there was a single aberrant fruit at the tip of one of its branches that is reachable with a single hand. He went close to that fruit but then he heard a stream of water beside it.