He couldn’t help but smile.
Although he hardly ever commented on a post,
he made sure to always read her blog.
It made him smile,
it made him glad;
to see that she hadn’t changed.
Sure, she’d developed,
had learnt a few things,
but she still was the same;
she hadn’t changed.
With all the time that had passed,
the years they hadn’t seen,
times they hadn’t spoken;
he still knew her;
and it gave him peace.
He could imagine her smile when she wrote,
picture her straight face, when telling a joke.
He could hear her laughter when she “lol-ed”,
feel her kisses when she “x-ed”.
He felt just as close to her now,
as he did then.
And there he found a parallel.
He knew his conclusion was based on but one fact:
namely, that he had once known her,
It was impossible for others to conclude as he did.
Others who hadn’t met her,
spent time with her,
spoken to her face-to-face.
Her blog was a reflection,
of her persona,
her heart’s desires;
the things her mind focused on:
it was a reflection of herself.
Not a perfect, but a beautiful one.
Not the complete or finished her,
but a true reflection of her nonetheless,
Her blog was her in the making.
And right there the realization of this thoughts caught him,
Just as he had gotten to know her
a bit more and better through her blog-
the words, wisdom, insights she shared-
so man too was able to get to know Him..
As a painter depicts his emotions in colours,
a photographer expresses himself through his lens,
and a writers shares his world with words,
so He too has given us something to get to know Him,
And so he closed her blog
and opened The Book.
There was One whose words were of greater importance..
The Eternal One’s.
His unchanging Word,
a wonderful and beautiful reflection of Himself.
But this time, a perfect one.