Na Margem Do Rio Piedra Eu Sentei E Chorei
I’ve heard about this book 3 years ago and for that 3 long years I searched for it wondering what was in that river and what was the cause of the weeping.
Then my search came to an end. I could only realize that it was just a book, but I waited for 3 long years just to read it… just to finally have it. And it made me realize, for all these years in my life, I’ve always been there at the river Piedra sitting and weeping.
I sigh briefly knowing how those years seemed to be just so yesterday. How everyday seemed to be so routinely passed by without anything new, no changes at all. But when I look back to all those years… everything is different.
“Patience is a virtue”. I’ve been known by this simple phrase and it is not just because I always quote it everyday but because I’m living with it everyday. Maybe waiting is not so bad, at least if you are sure that what you are waiting for is there at the end. But to wait without any guarantee, to wait without any assurance is an agony you get through everyday. You would dream that each breath you take would be your last. You live one more day and die at the same time. And all those lessons you have learned from your olden memories are just foolish thoughts in the mind of God. But that is the other lesson, I guess. To trust God completely when the road seemed to be so endless and the unknown is what is in the end.
But how long is forever to someone waiting in vain?
So by the river Piedra I sat down and wept… but still waiting… still hoping.
P.S.
I wonder how many people already went there at the river Piedra and wept.
I wonder if they only came to weep.
I wonder if there are some who came by for joy.
I wonder how much tears were shed that made the shallow river once became so deep.
I wonder how the river endured all the emotions shed to her.
Did that made her cold?... cold waters of the river Piedra.
P.P.S.
Even the book cried… so I smile.
Then my search came to an end. I could only realize that it was just a book, but I waited for 3 long years just to read it… just to finally have it. And it made me realize, for all these years in my life, I’ve always been there at the river Piedra sitting and weeping.
I sigh briefly knowing how those years seemed to be just so yesterday. How everyday seemed to be so routinely passed by without anything new, no changes at all. But when I look back to all those years… everything is different.
“Patience is a virtue”. I’ve been known by this simple phrase and it is not just because I always quote it everyday but because I’m living with it everyday. Maybe waiting is not so bad, at least if you are sure that what you are waiting for is there at the end. But to wait without any guarantee, to wait without any assurance is an agony you get through everyday. You would dream that each breath you take would be your last. You live one more day and die at the same time. And all those lessons you have learned from your olden memories are just foolish thoughts in the mind of God. But that is the other lesson, I guess. To trust God completely when the road seemed to be so endless and the unknown is what is in the end.
But how long is forever to someone waiting in vain?
So by the river Piedra I sat down and wept… but still waiting… still hoping.
P.S.
I wonder how many people already went there at the river Piedra and wept.
I wonder if they only came to weep.
I wonder if there are some who came by for joy.
I wonder how much tears were shed that made the shallow river once became so deep.
I wonder how the river endured all the emotions shed to her.
Did that made her cold?... cold waters of the river Piedra.
P.P.S.
Even the book cried… so I smile.