Yesterday my father in law passed away. He died of nothing more than old age. His time had come the journey was over. Today I would not wish to make an moe comment than tell a simple story. It is a story I think of often at such times. Thought my ministry I returned to this story often
I give it to you for your thought.
Once upon a time there was a Wave. She liked to frolic with the wind. She liked to caress the rocks on the shore.
Once she got into a strange bay. There was a Cliff. He stood in the middle of the bay. The Wave became friends with Cliff. They could talk for hours. They spent all time together.
Once the Wave realized that she loved the Cliff. He also liked funny and careless Wave. But he told her:
No, you can‘t love me. I am a stone. I am a Cliff. I don‘t know how to love. I will break you.
But the Wave did not want to back down. She tried to hug Cliff and was scattered by thousands of gold spray. But Wave tried to do this again. She forced herself just to communicate with Cliff. She carefully took off shells, sticking on him. But Cliff said:
I am strong. I am a stone. I don‘t need your care.
Once again the Wave rushed towards him. Once again the sprays glistened on the wind…
The years passed. The Wave still loved the Cliff. He pretended not noticing this. She tried to approach him – and still has been broken.
One morning the Wave disappeared. The Cliff woke up and did not see her nearby. But he forced himself not to think about it. Days went by, but she did not appear.
Several years have passed, and the Wave came back. She has changed a lot. She knew a lot more about life now. She was no longer so thoughtless and careless. But she still loved the Cliff. And he … he pretended that it does not matter that she came back, because he was a stone. How could he afford a weakness for the Wave?
Many years have passed. The Wave still talked with the Cliff, but there were no more intimate conversations and long night vigils. The Cliff was getting older. Water undermined it. And the Wave was travelling, learning new countries and cities, new people. Somehow, returning home, she realized that she no longer thought of the Cliff. The Cliff also understood that. And he also understood that could not live without her, without her stories about the cities and foreign shores, without her twitter about everything. One day the Cliff told her:
Yes, I am a stone. Yes, I am a Cliff. But I cannot live without you.
And he fell into the waves. And the Wave… she just kissed him saying goodbye.
May you have a peaceful day.