HIDDEN MEMORIES

A stellar sea.
A vast darkness sprinkled with lights.
A sudden explosion of color.
A voice from the light:
“Behold, I am the wanderer of the stars,
Inhabitant of the outer realms and inner depths.
My kingdom is the ever-changing,
Everlasting province of the mind and the eternal soul.

Come.
My hand is given thee, that I might lead thee beyond what is.
Come.
I shall enslave thee to the darkness of space
that thee might come to the light of the intellect.
I shall lead thee into fear and need
that thee may, of thyself, find courage and destiny fulfilled.

I shall lead thee into pain and sorrow
that thee be purified, learning compassion.
I shall lead thee into tribulation
that thee might learn to honor justice.
I shall lead thee into betrayal
that thee come to cherish faith to thy bonds.
I shall lead thee into the lower depths,
that thee might learn to fly.

Thus shall thee learn the winds are alive,
that butterflies can scream
and that the angels weep.
Come.”
The child awakes.
The Voice remains.

© 1968 Eschate