بِسْمِ اللهِ الرَّحْمٰنِ الرَّحِيْمِ
From him:
Of the ages that had passed since his sparrow flew off to find her way, they all now faded into the background, mere precursors to what lay before his eyes. Those human years, tiny pebbles of worldly life, were so insignificant next to Eternity.
Like air itself, she glided nearer, with every step the beating in his chest becoming akin to thunder, until sound itself vanished from hearing. How often had he longed for this moment? How deeply had he committed to patience to reach this particular gift from his Creator? The questions disappeared as soon as they were conceived, for none of the wait mattered now, she was here, coming.
Her eyes, what could he say to describe them? Their sparkle, of finest gems, their shine, of brilliant stars, their smile, of bubbling life itself. As her hand rose toward mine, he swore time then ended. Microseconds stood still, this...was the Moment...and as it unfroze, as their hands clasped, so it was that they came to know: there were no endings, no beginnings, just this meeting, as He always meant it to be.
Next came the Embrace, but he would wait to write of that. Time permitted him to relish every instant of the Day his sparrow returned Home.
From the sparrow:
For so long she hadn't thought this possible, that it would never happen for her. But! She was here, now, and this actually was. As she walked, she could feel the sky beneath her feet springing her forward, as if it wished for her to reach her destination as much as she wanted to herself. The weightlessness of the stroll was nearly mesmerizing, and deep down she desired to simply jump and skip and race into the Embrace she knew awaited her.
Perhaps the only reason she chose to keep her languid pace...the look on his face. Oh, if he could see himself! It was a gaze transfixed as a painting of awe and surprise and delight. That was simply too priceless, and she could not deny her satisfaction at how fitting it was for this meeting to take just a little bit longer.
It never struck her odd how quickly her earthly time became immaterial, all of her struggles, they simply seemed like keys to the joy being unlocked in this very Moment. That peace, with the serenity her Rabb granted her since the Day began, she knew it had no equal, was worth every prick and thorn along the way.
Speaking of her Moment, it was strange, but somehow she realized it was endless: every second that came to her would bring the Moment forward, like a snapshot of Bliss freeze-frame captured for her enjoyment, "past" and "present" would lose all relevance, for in this Garden, Her Garden, the gift from her Creator encompassed everything.
As some of the possibilities began to dawn on her, she pondered if she might not take him for a chase. After all, what better way to sweeten the taste than by seeing if he could catch her now? The rush, exhilaration, pure joy, all from such a timely Embrace...
Perhaps the only reason she chose to keep her languid pace...the look on his face. Oh, if he could see himself! It was a gaze transfixed as a painting of awe and surprise and delight. That was simply too priceless, and she could not deny her satisfaction at how fitting it was for this meeting to take just a little bit longer.
It never struck her odd how quickly her earthly time became immaterial, all of her struggles, they simply seemed like keys to the joy being unlocked in this very Moment. That peace, with the serenity her Rabb granted her since the Day began, she knew it had no equal, was worth every prick and thorn along the way.
Speaking of her Moment, it was strange, but somehow she realized it was endless: every second that came to her would bring the Moment forward, like a snapshot of Bliss freeze-frame captured for her enjoyment, "past" and "present" would lose all relevance, for in this Garden, Her Garden, the gift from her Creator encompassed everything.
As some of the possibilities began to dawn on her, she pondered if she might not take him for a chase. After all, what better way to sweeten the taste than by seeing if he could catch her now? The rush, exhilaration, pure joy, all from such a timely Embrace...
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