Songs Of Psalmist (What Is My Purpose)

CHAPTER 1 (Girl & Boy)

"Stop! Stop it, please! Please, just stop singing!" a little girl said, with tears in her eyes failing to fall.

"Bleh bleh beh beh beh, Girl is such a crybaby," sang the boy, teasing his friend.

"Stop it, Boy!" the lil girl retaliated.

Imagine a black screen, as you hear those conversations.

Then, steps of four were heard as the two children chase each other...

Our camera fades in to a golden field. In the center of that field, a little Nipa Hut erected, where the two children lives in. From a distance, a small house was lifted, while the men are chanting in their Bayanihan. It was a vast field where the two children are running around. And mountains are all over them. They can hear the yawns of the mighty carabao. The beauty of Mt. Mayon towers above them as the sun is preparing for its dawn.

As they pass along those stalks of rice while they run, the little girl can reach them with her hands, just to caress them for their height were just about below her shoulders. Their field were golden already and ready for the harvest, so their parents were still busy harvesting the other side of their field at that time.

Weird as it was, the name of our characters are Girl and Boy. But please do take it seriously, 'coz their parents were proud of their names. Why? For they were just a family where harvesting grains of rice was their only way of living, which cost them sweat and blood literally. And most of all, it costs their time, thus they were not able to experience the joy of going to school like the moments you pass in your class. That is why they only know a handful of English vocabularies.

They are not Americans nor British. They were just an average Filipino family of farmers that does not have those luxury others enjoy. They were a shadow of the good ol' Pinoy attitude. Diligent, polite, hardworking, family oriented, and with those three famous words the nation know; 'maka-Diyos, makatao, at makabansa'. But most of all, they are satisfied.

That particular family have not yet seen those tall buildings you see personally, for the only communication they have is the newspaper. Even though they don't have those comfy soft bed you hug all night for they only have kulambo & banig, it's okay for them. Nor even that white bright light your eyes takes pleasure in, they see not, for the only light they have every night are those little romantic candles and gasera, the moon's smile, the stars' winks, and their own shimmering eyes.

They were not waiting for that long promise of energization of electricity in storm's aftermath, for there were no electricity to wait for to begin with. Thus, they can't play those games you play in your game consoles, nor can't even check their notifications in the net, nor even watch your favorite shows in your TV set, nor join the beat of the songs you played in your MP3 players. And yet, they were satisfied.

The children's enjoyment were playing outside, breathing the soft breeze of that clean setting, and feeling the warmth of summer heat.

They use tin cans to play Tumbang Preso, digs a hole in the ground to play Shato, use candy wrapper for Sipa, use a ball made of abaka for Sepak Takraw, break some pots with Pukpok Palayok, tries to climb in the Palosebo, tosses a tansan for Kiki Bika or Piko, loom bands for Chinese Garter, jumps like a frog in Luksong Baka or Luksong Tinik, sings Doctor Quack Quack and untangle hands, rolls an old wheel, builds a cross with two sticks so that they can imagine riding a horse, builds a rolling machine with a stick and a tin cap, builds a gun with sticks and rubber bands, or blow gun with bamboo or ballpen case where wet rolled papers are the bullets, builds a boat with styrofoam where soap or oil is the engine, plays Tatsian with tsinelas or marbles or tansan, plays the good old Tagu-Taguan, highs and lows in Langit Lupa, breaks some Trompo, sing jingles like Bubuka Ang Bulalaklak or Bilug Bilog Bilugan, and with other friends, they play Agawan Base and tackle each other in Patentero.

Now, if you haven't played them yet, I dare say, those were the good old days, when you can play physically and converse with your friends personally, not in front of a screen only.

Inside, they can play Sungka with shells or pebbles, follow the beat of bounces in Jackstone, Chess, Dama with bottle caps, Pickup Sticks, Standard Cards, Taytayan or Morris, some pen & paper games like flicking a pen like a missile to shoot the opponent's base, SOS, F.L.A.M.E.S., or even plays bahay-bahayan and tinda-tindahan.

They also love to sing folk songs like Sarung Banggui, whistle some melodies, draw the beautiful scenery, and dance with the stars beneath the full moon. That is the kind of family where Boy and Girl belongs to.

From teasing and crying, it turned into giggles and laughs. Girl and Boy then started to play tag, until...

"Wait, Girl, stop!" shouted Boy.

"Bleh! I will not be deceived by one of your schemes again," she shouted back.

But then, Girl saw the tall grasses in front of her and suddenly stopped running because of the shock. The tip of her nose were touching the wall of grass.

The boy, catching his breath, caught up with her and said, "I told you to stop, did I?"

"The Forbidden Pass," says girl, talking to herself.

A field after their rice fields, that's the Forbidden Pass. A field, like a wall, with rows of tall green grasses.

"Papa," says Boy, "always reminded us not to cross this part of the field, right?"

"Yeah, you can say that again." Girl nodded.

The grasses was higher than the two, higher than the rice fields itself. As tall as the full grown sunflowers but without the flowers themselves. For it is just a row of long green grass that stretches around. Imagine facing up to a lineup of Basketball players and contestants in a Pageant, you might have a stiff neck keeping your eyes looking up.

One can cross it over without hassle, but it's called Forbidden Pass for a reason. It's forbidden to pass there. The only end thing they know is that they know nothing about its end. Nobody knows where it might lead.

"Haven't you wondered why?" Boy raised, "I think there's something good there, like pili candies or sweet cocoa tablea, right?"

"Or delimon? Yeah right," Girl rolled her eyes and replied, "Nope, I think not. Papa will never lie to us."

"Come 'on, let's go for a bit and watch what's at the end." says Boy as soon as he quickly dashed and crossed inside the Pass.

"Waaah! Boy, don't leave me here alone!" Afraid that no one's around and it's becoming dark already, Girl ran and followed Boy inside, crossing the Forbidden Pass.

Actually, Boy didn't really go through and came back to their rice field as soon as he entered the Pass. But when he came back, he didn't see anyone in their rice field anymore.

"Girl? Sis? Where are you?" And Boy looked back and just stand in front of that wall of tall grass and shouted out from the top of his lungs, "Girl! Come back!"

...

The Psalmist sang another song,

"Young ones' songs of merriment tehees
Arpeggios and synths surround
Spinnin' n' zooms them, they mirth
Cheerful horizon of Phil

Down they went to that Forbidden Pass
Left that timeworn golden field
Abreast the dawn, fuchsias' crimsons
They run and run, and run steadfast..."

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