CONTACT

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In the Darkness, we sludge through the mire, seldom even looking up, resolved to the despair. "This is just the way it is", we console ourselves.  It does not get any better, it seems.

But, once in a generation, an upward glance catches a glimpse of a heavenly flicker.  Some of these souls, not all, stand up and stare into the sky, looking for the source of the light that briefly aroused wonder.  Others just ignore the flash of light, and trudge away.

One soul wiped the muck from his face with his filthy hand. He looks around, in confused wonder, and tried to make out what he perceived as figures in white, walking along trying to assist the confused crowd in the chaos.  But, most all of the crowd were oblivious to them. A few swatted at them as if they were flies.

One of the bright ones took my face in his hand, and pointed my eyes toward the heavens.  A great light, beyond the flickering stars, began to fill my view.

" O, Light, send the rain and wash away the mud from our eyes!"

DRUID IN THE WOOD

DRUID IN THE WOOD

The old druid, wizened and mysterious, walked into the forest and gazed in awe at the massive tree.

“the university profs think they know you, because they can name your parts and even recite your genus and phylum…”

“the sawyers think they know you, because they can calculate board feet, and take you with such ease…”

“the mills think they know you, because they can make such profit with your parts that they scavenge…”

“and, the carpenters think they know you, because they can see furniture and even quaint homes from your lumber.”

“but, I alone really know you, I come to worship your ancient place in this sphere…”

Then the old druid quaked in his shoes, as he heard the voice of the one he adored.

“you think that you know me, but let me tell you the truth.

Open your heart, and open your eyes.

Lift up your hands as my limbs do I!

One from eternity, who spoke me to be,

Once, long ago, hung on one of us, a mere tree.

For, such as you, blind as you are,

Have forgotten He who named every star.

They sing His praises, with voices unheard.

Now, what about you? Made-from-the-dirt!”