Godot Sings

In the beginning there was man singing his songs within the child’s own beating heart known as the inner qualities of woman. Awhile this man sang his songs; a woman child came by the hall inside the school and heard the noise traversing throughout the hallways. “Welcome to this world, welcome to the transparent intervention where man sings his songs, and ladies listen and give their own hearts onto that certain man without hesitation never waiting on the Lord.” This girl came closer to the man and asked, “Why are you singing songs such as this where you conspire against the hearts of women?”

The man replied in earnest graduation, “Because a woman has deserted me and I have no reward for the things I have done to cause her happiness.”

“You shouldn’t give up on all humanity for that one reason, my friend,” she smiled, and taking his hand with her right, she decided to say, “Allow me to show you the winning side of humanity through Christ, and not through jealousy or human love, but through the love of God, which is not fear.”

The man offered himself towards tears and was unable to speak for the time being, uttering words that caused little sense like the reason of life itself spoken through utterance. The girl motioned her head to his cheek, sucking the tears from his face with her dry lips causing them to become wet.

She said, “Do you feel better, now that the tears have been gently taken away?”

The man smiled, and told her, “Indeed, love does last forever will endure, and causes to know what it is through Christ, our only savior.” He bent his head down and in reaction so did the girl; both their forehead remained in constructed contact for a minute, until the man said, “do you feel the tribulations through this mind that are speaking through you?”

“I only feel the true love that is speaking through the flow,” she replied, smiling.

“We are resurrected in Christ, aren’t we?” he asked.

In response, he nodded her head causing his head also to abide with the same motion. “We both agree, it should seem,” he said causing the effect of the tears to pour out again. The man took from his jacket a dull pencil, shaped his hand to the forward of the eraser, and directed the sharp edge to the side of the girl’s neck, saying, “allow me to send you onto Christ at the moment for I am not in the mood for the sensation of love itself, but you, my dear, are indeed much comforted by it.”

“Remember I am not like that which is mentioned inside that mind that you possess,” the girl answered seeming not to mention also the fear that burdens inside her four corners of the heart. “I am not the woman who burned you into the hell of this earth, sending you nothing but hate and jealousy.”

The man removed the pencil from his hand dropping it onto the floor awhile he did not notice that the pencil rolled to the side of one of the legs that was made into the chair. “There is nothing more for me to say,” he said, trying to grasp for the fallen pencil in the air, but only catching the prowl of the girl’s short blonde hair, clean onto venture. “I am dying! Dying in this world and I also believe in Christ. How can this be possible?”

“It’s what the mind believes, friend,” she answered him hugging him around his broad neck more consciously than before. “It will be okay, the Lord offers us life and we shall live without that which is the world. Many will not understand these basic instructions, but those who do are the most intellect of this world for they are the ones who are obedient.”

“Godot,” she said. “What more is thereto live by but Christ?”

He smiled and returned the favor with his minor affections. “What carelessness little one; all to know the difference between life and death within the one known as Christ.”

“Godot, do remember to believe before the final hour has come.”

“No worries,” he smiled. “There are no worries to be mentioned in this life no more. I am free from the guilt that has been hanging down on me since the time after that dream when nothing seemed as it seemed. You remember, when I am gone, to continue on believing and never to repeat the same old things.” He backed up lying straight in his chair, stared at the ceiling for sometime, and like reuniting with realities lust he decided to poke the little girl’s tiny plump nose.

The man named Godot continued to sing his songs as he done before and he became a singer of the decade later on in life, betting his life onto Christ for the remainder of his entire, whole, eternal life. The woman who once lived at his side from kissing his cheeks with the blood that rained from his eyes became his assistant in the things he trusted.