"Kindness becomes you, Mr. Whale," The Child mumbled while asleep.
Dawn had slowly lightened up the sky, but the Child, exhausted from the last struggle with the mean-spirited wave, was still sleeping on the whale holding on to its dorsal fin.
"Where are you, Prophet? Where, oh where, where are you?" The Child sang softly as it slept.
"I am here, Child."
"Ahead of you?"
The Child awoke thinking it was a dream.
"I don't see you."
"Look again. I'm ahead of you."
The Child looked out onto the vast ocean. From a distance, a fire was burning.
"What are you doing, Prophet?"
"I'm preparing breakfast. How does fresh fish sound?"
"With hot oatmeal?"
The Prophet let out a barrel of laughter.
"No oatmeal Child, but a nice hot bowl of tasty seaweed mixed with a tangy sauce."
"Oh Prophet, you can't imagine what I went through," The Child said as the whale neared the lily pad. Sliding off its back, the Child walked on the water to the lily pad talking excitedly. "I flew through the air with the whale, and we mastered two giant waves."
"Three gigantic waves, Child, and before the third wave you cried."
"Who told you?"
"Child, wherever you are, I am. You are never alone."
"How far do I have to go, Prophet?"
"Come eat and then you'll sleep comfortably on your lily pad."
"For how long, Prophet?"
"Did you enjoy conquering the waves, Child?"
I can hear the kindness in the Prophet's voice Patricia thank you. The imagery in this story is lovely ...ReplyDelete
My Dear Susan,Delete
Thank you. This means a lot to me.
I am comforted. And I smile. Thank you Pat!ReplyDelete
My Dear Deirdre,Delete
Thank you. It is comforting to meet kindness on the journey.
I agree with both comments.ReplyDelete
My Dear Liz,Delete
Thank you. As a fellow traveler, I agree too.
Yes, the Prophet is quite kind.... except I wouldn't be too excited about fish for breakfast either, and I love fish. ;-) Thank you for the kind story! ;-)ReplyDelete
My Dear Gwynn,Delete
To be honest with you, I come from a state, where fish and grits are something special for breakfast, and I was always the Lone Ranger not liking it or willing to eat it.
Thank you for sharing.
I truly love these stories, Patricia. I think a book of them would be a bestseller. Any agent who doesn't represent you is full of seaweed. As Susan says, the imagery in this story is lovely.ReplyDelete
My Dear Samantha,Delete
Thank you for the big compliment. I am quite sure that at the right time the right agent and I will cross paths. Right now, I have the opportunity to learn and grow.
Just caught up from Hold On to this. Such powerful material Patricia. Amazing spiritual analogy and I can't help but draw parallels to several areas I'm dealing. These entries are truly gifts.ReplyDelete
Hi My Dear,Delete
Take your time. These are meant to be encouraging and motivating for the child in every person that needs to be revived.
Thank you so much for your support and stopping by.
I have such a feeling of peace reading these...:-)ReplyDelete
You have just made my day. Thank you for dropping by and leaving a comment.