Has God ever slept? Does God ever sleep? Does God ever get tired? How does He rest If he gets tired? Many questions That are hard to answer, They have not been answered Since humans came on earth; They are more than Human brains can answer; That’s the mystery of God; Yet, some say They want to understand Before they believe; How foolish! Understood or not understood, There is a mighty God; Bother not yourself, To understand the mystery That is God; And don’t be too full of yourself; You are of too little a mind To understand; Many things, God alone knows.
A miracle is about To happen as you read this; Or I should say A miracle is happening Right away As you read this; I can see it coming; Infolding under Our own very eyes; We cannot thank you Enough O God Heavenly King; Your ways are miraculous; What a generous heart You have! Great are the miracles You make every second; You are a mighty God! Maker of the universe; A mystery and a miracle; Beyond human understanding. Mighty you are! God of the universe.
“There are many things in life which you will not understand no matter how passionately you seek to understand them. Life is full of mysteries. Accept the fact that we humans have our limits.” (Romilia Quotes)
There is no sting
And 👎more painful
Than the sting of death;
No sorrow can surpass
The sorrow of loss
Death is a mystery
God alone understands;
Death never rings a bell;
Death can come at any time;
Death comes when it likes;
Death may be delayed
But cannot be stopped;
Death does not hate anybody;
Death loves all;
Death cannot be bribed;
Death is incorruptible;
Money cannot stop death;
Power cannot stop death;
Influence cannot stop death;
Everybody fears death;
Nobody is too rich to die;
Nobody is too young to die;
Nobody is too handsome to die;
Nobody is too beautiful to die;
Nobody is too responsible to die;
Nobody is too powerful to die.
No amount of fear of death
Can stop death;
Prayer may delay,
But cannot stop death;
Do not pray that death may not come.
Pray that you may die a good death;
That you may not die
Before the appointed time
That you may accomplish your God-assigned mission before your death.
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The clopping of horses hooves was accented by the groan and grind of wood upon the pitted dirt road. Henry noticed a young lady perched upon the rocking box of the old flatbed pulled by two black horses. Steam escaped their nostrils, and each breath sounded like a snort in the cold fall air. The woman’s skin was dark, but her pale eyes glowed in the night. She wore a cream-colored wool coat with a hood that covered her hair. The woman’s eyes seemed to cut through Henry as she stopped the wagon a short distance from where he and Lewis were standing.
“Well, are you boys going to stand there all night, or are you going to help me? Climb up in the back.”
Henry looked over at Lewis and raised his eyebrows. Lewis just shrugged and started for the old horse-drawn wagon. The pair climbed in, and the horses jerked the old flatbed forward. Lewis and Henry nearly tumbled off the back of the cart from the sudden start. Once they regained their balance, Henry looked over his shoulder and hollered, “Where are we going?”
The woman looked back, smiled, and said, “Henry, you ask the same question every Halloween. You know the spot we need to go to. It was our spot, back when you said you cared.”
“Back when I said I cared?” asked Henry. “I think you have me mistaken for somebody else. I don’t even know your name.”
The pretty woman scowled, “How can you forget your Delilah?” Delilah pointed to the dilapidated hospital. “I suppose it’s that place. They can make you forget anything they want.”
Henry smiled and tried to sound convincing. “Oh, come on now. How could anything make me forget someone as beautiful as you? Maybe I’m just having some trouble remembering, that’s all. How long has it been?”
Delilah turned and leaned on the back of the old box seat as the horses slowly trodded in a direction they seemed very familiar. “I guess it has been a year,” said Delilah. “I can forgive you for forgetting. Well, I can forgive you a little bit.” She stretched forth her arm, and Henry let his pale fingers wrap around her cold black hand. She pulled Henry, and he attempted to scoot closer to Delilah. There was something familiar about her beautiful face.
“Hey, you two,” Lewis’ voice broke into the enchanted moment between Henry and his new found love. “Three’s a crowd. I’m not sure how you have my buddy so smitten, but could we save the googly eyes until I’m not around?”
Delilah released Henry’s hand, spun to face the front, grabbed the reigns, let out a laugh that seemed to echo in the night air and slapped the leather straps across the horse’s backs. The horses jolted forward, and Lewis tumbled off the end of the cart. Henry watched in horror as Lewis rolled and bounced over dirt, gravel, and rock. His body finally came to rest. Henry held his breath. He saw his friend slowly begin to push himself off the ground. The smell of jasmine and lavender wafted in the air from next to Henry. He turned and jumped with a start. Delilah sat next to him as the driverless cart rolled up the hill, it’s speed decreasing ever so slightly.
Henry was wide-eyed with fear. “Who is driving this thing?” he asked Delilah.
Her laughter sent a chill through his body, and then warmth and calm replaced it. “Oh, the horses know where we are going, Love.”
Before Henry could ask about Lewis Delilah’s lips were on his own. His heart stuttered in excitement and the cold night air seemed to melt away. Their lips parted, and he opened his eyes. The warm sun was beating down on the two of them, and they were no longer in the back of the cart. Delilah now wore a sheer white dress, and her dark frame was easily deciphered beneath her covering. “Where are we?” asked Henry.
Delilah’s dark, smooth hand gently stroked Henry’s pale, rough face. “Don’t you remember?”
Henry pulled his knees forward and looked around. The two of them were sitting in the grassy meadow by the New River. Its waters sparkled like diamonds against the late spring sun. High bushes surrounded them save a small dirt trail that led from the outside world into their secret hiding place. Here the two could be alone, away from the world beyond. They had to hide from those who hated them for their love of one another and needed protection from the hatred that wanted to do nothing else but destroy the beautiful joy and peace they felt whenever they were together.
The memories began to flood back into Henry’s mind. He was with the love of his life. Henry reached over and kissed her until he was sure her lips would never leave his memory again. Her hands slid around his waist and pulled him close. It felt like an eternity of joy. Jasmine and lavender filled the air. Her smooth skin and soft curly black hair brushed against Henry’s face. Delilah buried her full, glossy lips into his neck and he sank his stubbled cheek and chin into her neck and gave her the softest of kisses.
The birds seemed to grow louder, the sun brighter, and the plants were greener as Henry let go and gazed into her haunting eyes once more. They held hands, and both let out a long, relaxed sigh.
“I don’t understand,” said Henry, “How could I forget?”
Delilah pointed over his shoulder, “Because of them.”
Henry’s mind seemed to lose focus, he lost balance, and his world spun around until it settled on the dirt trail and four large young men in t-shirts and hoods that hid their faces. They had come to take Delilah, but Henry would die before he let that happen.
Henry cleared his throat, “I’m sorry, who did you say you are again?”
The girl laughed, “Oh, Henry, I don’t look that bad. Come on you two.”
Henry gasped, but Lewis pushed Henry’s shoulder playfully with his hand. Henry jerked his shoulder away from Lewis and walked about the strange woman who seemed to know his name. Lewis remained five steps behind the two of them. The name Rachel popped into Henry’s head. He decided to give that a try. “So, Rachel, how many people are we scaring tonight?”
Rachel laughed and looked over her shoulder. Her hallow black eyes sent a chill through Henry, “Oh, we have a packed house tonight. At least seventy people, but we have them broken into groups of twenty. We wanted you and Lewis to lead a group, but you guy broke off to do whatever it is you do.”
“Uh, sorry, we got busy,” came Lewis’s voice from behind Henry.
“Don’t worry about it. Come, check this out and then I have a job for you two.”
“Okay,” both men said in unison.
The old hospital seemed to be in excellent shape the further they went. By the time they had climbed the next two floors and walked down two corridors the lights were even working. Henry looked back into the dark pathway from where they had just come. It seemed strange. It was almost as if a gray line divided the white walls, freshly waxed linoleum, and wooden handrails from the dingy, dirty painted walls and dusty carpet.
The group walked into a room filled with just over twenty people who looked as if they were all dressed to trick or treat. All heads turned towards Henry and Lewis and then back to the table before them. A person dressed in a straight jacket and hospital cotton pants laid strapped to a bed. Their head was held fast by a tan leather strap that kept their head firmly against a pillow. The person attempted to struggle, and Rachel reached over to him. “Don’t struggle; you know it only makes it worse.”
The mouthpiece the stranger bit down on only allowed him to answer in grunts and attempted yells. He wiggled, and two people dressed as orderlies tightened the straps even more against the body. The man screamed. Rachel looked over to Henry and Lewis and smiled, “He’s always such a drama queen. Now, everyone, step back.”
Another orderly pushed a large switch upwards that stuck out of the wall. Static electricity could be felt in the air, and the man on the padded table convulsed so quickly he seemed to vibrate. The lights flickered several times, and then the switch was pulled back down. The motionless body laid still. The orderlies took out the mouthpiece and unstrapped the patient. The white-clad hospital worker put his ear to the man’s mouth and then his chest. He shrugged.
“Okay everyone,” said Rachel, “time to go to the morgue. Henry and Lewis, please follow the stairs all the way down to the exit. Penelope has something she needs you to set up.”
“Okay,” said Henry, “Which stairs?”
“Out the door and to your left. Are you feeling okay?” asked Rachel, “You guys seem disoriented.”
Lewis finally spoke up, “Um, yea. We’re good. Just a little tired.”
“Stay focused boys. Halloween is our biggest night.”
The two men nodded their heads and followed Rachel’s directions to the stairs. They found the exit door four flights down. “I don’t recall there being an exit four stories down,” said Henry.
Lewis replied, “Who cares, let’s get out of this place.” Lewis pushed the bar lock and gave the door a shove. The obstacle swung on its hinges and gave way to the night air. Lewis stumbled forward, carried by his momentum, and Henry followed quickly behind. The door slammed shut behind the two men. Henry turned around, looked at the door, and gasped.
Both men stood in three-feet tall weeds. The door they had just burst through was peeling, rusted, and padlocked shut with a chain running through two eye-hooks that were firmly anchored in the bricks. Henry glanced over at Lewis who was staring wide-eyed back at him. “What in the heck is going on?” whispered Lewis.
Henry tried to take deep breaths and calm himself. Every cell in his body wanted to run in the opposite direction of the old hospital. “I don’t know what’s happening, let’s go get to the truck and get out of here.”
“I’m not even sure where we are,” whined Lewis.
Henry pointed towards the rising hillside. An old dirt road could be seen rising around the hospital. Lewis nodded his head. Both men started to walk towards the pathway when the sound of horses’ hooves broke the still night air.
What you dismiss today,
May become the pillar
Of your life tomorrow;
The person you don’t
May be your best friend
The person who does not
Help you today,
May help you tomorrow;
The one who does not
Love you today,
May love you tomorrow;
The vicissitudes of life.
Today, you may be against;
Tomorrow, you are for.
Today, you may be for,
Tomorrow, you may be against.
Each day has its mysteries;
Which is the mystery of life.
What you dismiss today;
Maybe what you will want
Your best friend today,
May be your worst enemy
Your worst enemy today,
May become your best friend
You cannot have an answer
To every puzzle.
Some, you will have;
Others, you will not.
What you wave off today;
May be the pillar
Of your life tomorrow.