Fireman

It was a fine Sunday morning of Autumn.
Crispy leaves and crunchy trees.
I was walking along a pretty path when I saw a fire.
A tree nearby was on fire.
I looked around and wondered.
I thought maybe somebody had left something burning.
I shrugged my shoulders and continued to walk.

Days passed.

It was a beautiful winter evening.
Cold breeze and jackets everywhere.
I was walking along the frozen lake when I saw a fire.
A car nearby was on fire.
I looked around and wondered.
Hurrying like the rest, I went to see if the car was empty.
I debated with the rest of who could have caused the fire.
I pointed to the man most suspicious in the crowd.
It was getting late.
Shrugging my shoulders, I continued to walk.

Days passed.

It was a pleasant fresh lovely morning.
Birds chirping and spring flowing
I was walking along the road when I saw a school building on fire.
Sad and dismal at the sight, I ran to try and save the people I could.
I was angry at who could have caused the fire.
I hurried to fill a bucket as my mind raced to find the culprit.
My eyes scanned the crowd as I joined the rest in blaming the school guard for negligence
Bucket of water and bucket of words was all I could to extinguish the fire.

Who did it.
Why did they do it.
How could they do it.
Why would they do it.
Why was it happening.
How could it happen.

I wondered in my utter frustration as I reached the house I called my home.
My eyes saw as my mind froze.
My house was on fire and I didn't know who had set it.

I delved into gathering buckets of water and sights of people as my mind ran to find the culprit.

Wood by wood, pillar by pillar, I saw it all turning into an ash of Nothing as I stood there wondering.

Had I known on that one fine morning of Autumn, that I had to fetch a fireman rather than stand and wonder at the tree.

Had I known on that winter evening that the car needed an extinguisher more than catching the culprit.

Had I known on that fresh lovely morning of Spring that I could save it all if only I knew the fireman.

Using my brain to call the fireman at the right time could have saved me my house.

Knowing that a fireman exists doesn't stop fires around the city. But it helps in Surrendering to the One who knows How to Extinguish the Pain.

Remembering Him is an act of mind.
Calling Him is Presence of mind.
He works through us indeed, but for that, He needs to be called. to be felt. For that, we need to surrender to the fact that He knows His ways more than us.

What was that person doing, what was that person not doing, what was that person wearing, what was that person not wearing. Why did they do this to me. Why did they do that to me. Why did they do that to them and why did they not do that to them.

In these whys and hows of finding the culprit of the fires, we forget that the Fire is an indication of calling the Fireman.

Amidst fires and nonfires of Life, we forget to use our brain to call out the Fireman.