The following was written for the Christian Flash Weekly Event #20 – please click through to see the eligible submissions (this is ineligible for the event itself as it borrows its characters and setting from the play ‘Waiting for Godot’ by Samuel Beckett).
‘He has made everything beautiful in its time. He has also set eternity in the human heart; yet no one can fathom what God has done from beginning to end.’
– Ecclesiastes 3:11
“How long have we been waiting now?”
“Oh, for some time, to be sure . . . it has been a while.”
“Will He come soon do you think? We’ve been waiting a good while.”
“Oh yes, very soon, I’m sure. It has been a while.”
“The tree looks a good deal healthier now. It doesn’t seem that long since it was just bark, and twigs.”
“Indeed. Those leaves certainly give this whole place a bit of colour, a bit of life.”
“Some of the leaves look different. Smaller, duller somehow.”
“Those are the buds, my old friend. They shall not remain dull for long.”
“How long have we been waiting?
“I don’t quite recall. It’s been a while. Long enough that I’m not quite sure what we were doing before.”
“Before? Weren’t we here before?”
“Oh, yes, but before that?”
“Well I’m sure I don’t remember. I’m not even sure that I remember why we are waiting for Him?
“Why? Why we are waiting? Because He is coming! We have to wait for Him – it is our purpose. He said He would meet us here.”
The two paused in a moment’s silence.
“Didi, why is there only one tree here? Isn’t that a bit . . . absurd?”
“Not really Gogo, not really. It has always been this way.”
“Oh, yes. Well, for as long as I can remember anyway.”
“I wish I had a memory like yours. I don’t even really remember yesterday.”
“Yesterday was much like today; although I do remember a yesterday which was slightly different once. A while ago; when the tree was all bark and twigs. When there were others.”
“No, my old friend, other people.”
“I’m not sure I understand.”
“Oh, sometimes we’re not meant to, I expect. All shall become clear when He returns. We must be patient, and make sure He finds us here waiting for Him: as we agreed; as we promised.”
“The buds are breaking open! I don’t remember ever seeing colours like that!
“They were worth waiting for, weren’t they? The bark and twigs are beautiful in their time, in the season to which they belong . . . but when the buds emerge, the blossoms appear, and an even greater beauty blooms into life.”
The two friends enjoyed the scene in beguiled silence.
“Didi, sometimes I feel like I want to go . . . somewhere else.”
“That will pass. Why would you do that anyway? What other place is there?”
“I don’t know.”
“We agreed to meet Him here.”
“Oh yes, I forgot.”
“That, old friend, is also part of my purpose – to help you remember. So you can be here with me, when He returns.”
“You know, Didi, I don’t think I have ever seen anything more beautiful than this tree; the blossoms, I mean. And the fragrance . . . the fragrance of those blossoms . . . it’s heavenly. It’s changed the whole atmosphere of this place.”
“Heavenly . . . yes, that is the word, I agree. . . ; this is the season for that fragrance: this is its time.”
“Will it ever be our time, Didi?
“When He comes back, I expect. We must be patient – He is due to return.”
“Didi! One of the petals has fallen. It’s still beautiful on its own, but it won’t last will it? All of the petals will fall, and none of them will last.”
“Within the seasons, time can be fleeting. There is a time for everything; but the blossoms may last forever, some day, when He returns.”
“But when will that be? We’ve already been waiting a long while.”
“Oh, soon I hope, very soon. When the time is right. When it is a time . . . of His choosing. But I confess, I do hope that time shall be soon, my old friend . . . very soon.”