She was a sister, an aunt and a friend

She always took time to care, to bother -

Since she did not know where Love ends.

And how it happened, no one really knows -

But she found herself carrying the world.

She stepped really slow, she bent really low

Under the weight of her load.

God looked, and he saw: her shoulders were tiny!

And he asked, “Why are you carrying this?”

“I’m afraid it’d fall and break like china.

Would you strengthen my shoulders and knees?”

“My darling, I think, I would rather

Help you carry the world instead. I’m like you:

I am the Mother, the Father, the Brother,

And I know what Love can do.”

And so He did. And, with Her smile found,

She brightened and asked, “Where are we going, God?”

“I don’t know – Love is so round.

But don’t worry, I will be your guide.”

…

So off they went. And, while the Sun still shone,

God said, “I’ve taught all my children the same:

‘Love one another’. I wrote it in stone.

But they continue to kill and mame

each other – all in my name!”

She sighted, “I know, my dear, I know..

But you’ve got to keep faith. They will grow.

They will mature, and help us along.

It’s not easy sometimes to see right from wrong.

Love is round. It always come back to the Heart,

From which It came forth. But the journey is hard.”

“My children are crying. They scream, ‘Drop the World!

Let’s pieces fall where they may!’

Life is round. A sword would come back to a sword.

Blood and tears are staining the way.”

“If you drop it, then I will fall to my knees

And collect it all back, piece by piece, piece by piece!

I’ll be stitching it back for as long as I breathe!

Every leaf, every blade, every petal and bug,

Every smile, every tear – I’d put it right back!”

“I know, my darling,” He sighted and smiled,

“That’s why I still carry it mile after mile.”

So they kept on going: age after age, page after page

And the Sun still shone.

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They carried the world mile after mile,

Tear after tear, and smile after smile

For a very long while.

She bathed, fed and clothed the world,

She healed its wounds and soothed its pain

Through sleed and snow, and rain.

And the world grew. And she grew old.

And one of those days, she turns to God and says,

“I am tired. I want to go to Heaven.”

God was taken aback: “But you’re there, my lady!

I’ve been with you every step of the way!

I was giving you water, food and clothes each day.

Over clouds, I strewed silver lining.

I lit the stars, and kept the Sun shining.

And I kissed all your tears away.

Heaven is where Love finds its way.”

Now it was Her turn to be shocked:

“If Heaven’s that hard, then what is Hell?!”

God sighted, and all went dark.

And the world fell.

She tried to break its fall but missed.

She fell too, and was badly hurt.

All around Her lay what was left of the world:

a screaming piece, a silent piece, a crying piece…

She blamed God, but He was not around to bear shame.

The Darkness around remained the same.

In this crying darkness, she lay – all alone,

Waiting for life to end.

And she thought of the times when the Sun still shone,

And God was Her very best Friend.

She imagined Him near, oh, so dear,

And she quietly moaned:

“Now I know what Hell is.

Get me out, God! Help! Please!”

…

Right away she saw a sliver of light,

And She knew that all was to be alright.

…

God was back. He hugged her and kissed.

“Where were you,” He said, “You were sorely missed!

Please, my love, don’t do that again!

When you think I am gone, I shut out in pain.

Tears cover my eyes like terrestial rain

And, becoming virtually blind,

I cann’t find you until you scream in your mind!”

She looked in His eyes, and she knew it was true.

“I promise,” She said, “to be always with you!

Every thought, every moment, every step of the way!”

He brightened: “My child, let’s go and play!”

…

Suddenly feeling light like a bug,

She gave God a smooch and a hug,

She laughed, and she ran

Playing catch with the Sun

Together with God, her very best Friend,

Through flowery meadows, wind in Her hair,

And a shiny new world at the palm of her hand.

The Not End