God’s Garden Must Be Beautiful

Dearest Mama,

I dreamt of you last night. It was not that vivid but I do recall that you were about to leave for Jeddah again. I was crying as I always do but moreover because I already know that there’s not much time left for us to spend together. I woke up and I guess, I wallowed by the melancholy and pain that was incarcerated in my brimming chest all this time since your demise. I cried for a couple of minutes or so. I was slapped by the realization that you’re actually gone. That I could never see your face again nor be sheltered by your unconditional love. I miss you so much Mama, I just really do. :(((((

I tweeted my pain and one of my co-VOX staffers, Ate Ace asked me if I knew the poem “God’s Garden Must Be Beautiful”. I came across it in one of your mass cards back at the core of your wake, and it is indeed a beautiful poetry. It alleviated the agony and made me understood things even for a bit.

This is how the poem goes:

GOD’S GARDEN MUST BE BE BEAUTIFUL

God saw you getting tired,
When a cure was not to be.
So He wrapped His arms around you,
And whispered, “Come to me”.

You didn’t deserve what you went through,
So He gave you rest.
God’s garden must be beautiful,
He only picks the best.

And when I saw you sleeping,
So peaceful and free from pain,
I could not wish you back,
To suffer that again.

I still miss you though. I guess that’s one thing I can never unclench in my senses. But the thought that your pain has finally ended, makes me endure the situation even if the pain is now possessed by me.