Monday, May 01, 2006

A_Soared _Spirit

This Incident in his life sent my spirits soaring ...

I was a peaceful soul walking by the lonely shores. The sound of the wind and the music of the waves gave me the serenity my soul sought. The past years, I was struggling, chasing life.

Now I think I found my calm.I walked through the soft sand and viewed the beautiful, red horizon. At my back was a cliff, standing like a giant guarding its calmness. For a moment, I felt someone was watching. I felt the presence of the giant. When I looked up the cliff I saw a soul not a giant. I watched him there, his feet were at the very edge of a rock, some twenty meters or more above. He was staring at the red horizon.

I was thinking of what to say or do. Should I call him up? If I did catch his attention, he could be caught off balance and plunge to death. I could feel the whizz of the wind up there, for his hair was blown by it. "My name's Ed," finally I shouted. He only stared down blankly. "I have no one to talk to, I'm all alone." The last word must have caught his attention. Indeed, loneliness can bring anyone to such despair."If you want, I'll climb up there," still shouting and thinking of a way to reach him and beat time before death would claim this man's destiny.

If I was going to pass by the right side, go to the back of the cliff where a road would lead me to him, there could be no time for me to save him. This man was not himself. I know it. I was there once.I decided that there was no other way but to climb the cliff in front of me, a vertical ascent. The rocks and the eroding soil could lead me back down, and I could face death ahead of him. Or, we could be together to our deaths. A force was driving me to get to him - save him. In that twenty meters above, his face was clear to my vision - a very lonely and frustrated face so full of the negative forces of hell or what.

I made my first steps up. Stones and earth kept falling down. I was focused at him, the man was still in his former position - his feet glued at the very edge of the rock, never uttering a word. Now, while I was ascending, various thoughts were in my mind. What right words should I utter to get his attention? At about half of my way, I thought of something to ask of him."Do you know the story of Jesus and Mary?" A point-blank question. Couldn't think of anything except those two words; so many bright ideas about life you want to relay but they just slip from your mind in this kind of emergency. I didn't bother looking up at the guy anymore. I was concentrated on my climb... and my story to tell. "He was killed ... killed in front of her," I shouted.

Careful of my feet and hands not to make a false move, I realized I was also telling a passionate story, this as tears were streaming from my eyes.

Was I in a situation that I had to choose which life to save, mine or this stranger's? Nonetheless, I was in the most happy moment of my life, finally I was doing something worthwhile - saving a life so precious, and I didn't care who this stranger was.

I reached the top, and he reached for my hand. We just sat there at the top of the rock and witnessed the beautiful sunset.

The red sun slowly, and beautifully disappeared.
Hasn't God made life tough?
Yeah! But it is wonderful.


Ajay said...

how vivid !
what more can i say ?
actually for a moment i thought that both the person at the foot of the cliff, and the person atop the cliff are the same. Great one.

Wild Reeds said...

Lovely pics. Beautiful poem.

Priya_Satarkar said...

Hey each post of yours is beautiful.. I agree with your line completely "Saving a life so precious, and I did'nt care who this stranger was.." There are times when we are overtaken by something which kills all our fears, just to save the person or living creature...that time we dont even care whether this act of ours is going to harm us or not..

passerby55 said...

@ ajay,wild reeds, priya.

thankyou for all your kind words.
The_tribute is the post i wrote this morning, thinking of u.