The wind was so strong, it started to rain also. Isaac and me went out to the corridor garden to check on the sunbird's egg. It was there. But later on, it was gone. How can it be? Then later the idea of being dropped out came to my mind. Then we began to look around. Finally I saw the egg in the pot, broken. Isaac said it must be the wind. Then he acted it out, holding the nest, swinging it like the wind did it, and it fell off from the nest.
The egg of the sunbird is just like the chicken egg, with orange egg yolk inside it, the only difference is the delicate shell and the size. The sunbird's egg is very small, just about 1cm in length.
Everyday I check the nest and there were no more eggs. What a pity and sad thing to have lost the only egg on Easter Sunday.
A Prayer stood beside the tomb: Lord, I stand before the tomb, confronted by fear, loss, grief and even death. As I face the uncertainties of the future -- I put my trust in the hands of the Father as you did yours and carry my cross in love. Give me the grace to trust and act that everything will fall in place in your perfect time.
May you, O Risen Christ, who have always been faithful to me, walk with me along my journeys. Open the scriptures and nourish me with sacrament of your presence -- that you will see me through the Good Friday's of my life and with your Holy Spirit give me the grace to enter the tomb and believe. Amen.
It's a different Easter this year. Father was gone and so our family was one lacking. However, now our family book for mass to attend. After mass, we will meet for breakfast and this small gathering of course is so precious.
