The Stab. The Pain. The Inconsolable Longing

On the Velachery-Beach suburban MRTS early on a lazy cloudy Saturday morning on the way to catch a train home. Wondering if God liked anything that we had done on/to earth. Whether he thought the earth was better off on the sixth day, right before he had created man. Wishing Chennai was beautiful.

And then I saw it. Breathless. A small stretch of the ocean. Three ships on the horizon. Dull gold rays pushing their way through the clouds towards the ship in the middle. Reflecting off the ocean and lighting up the ship from beneath too. 

It seemed as if heaven had come alive right before my eyes.

Thoughts flooded my head faster then I could process them. About how much more glorious heaven would be. Maybe heaven would have an endless sea stretching across its horizon. About how God enjoys the things that we make. The work of our hands. Like ships... and well ships. (Sorry. Couldn't think of anything else). About how God chooses to illuminate our sad little crafts. About how God enjoys and rejoices over beauty and chose to share this private piece of art with me, his beloved.

And then it was gone. As abruptly as it had appeared.