Keep Going

Under the scorching sun he trudges through the day with a heavy heart and a pounding head; and legs as heavy as weights. His chest burns like a furnace. Sun rays attack his eyes with a fierce intensity, like they intend to blind him. His vision blurs as sweat drenches his face. He’s not stopping. He will not stop. He can’t stop. He stumbles forth. Directly towards the retaliating sun.  If it means crawling, he will crawl. He will do anything to keep moving ahead. Where are the clouds that had promised rain just yesterday? Why can’t ‘things’ learn to keep their promises? It won’t rain on him. Not today. But beyond this blazing sun there is place where it rains always. A place where there’re no brutal conditions, no death of any sort. Hence he has to keep moving because right there, his Father waits.  Angels are waiting. He wipes his wet face with his sticky hands. His throat cracks for water. Not here, son. You’re not going to get water here. Keep going…