"Time is moving so slowly, Prophet. I'm in the same
place I was yesterday."
The Prophet chuckled at the Child's impatience.
"No you're not, child?"
"But I don't see any progress. I think I'm moving,
but every time I look up it looks as if I'm in the same place. Time is standing
still."
"Trust me, you're moving Child, and let me assure
time isn't standing still." The Prophet said.
"Then why don't I see that I'm moving toward my goals?"
"Child, there has been many who started out as you have
that thought as you're thinking right
now."
"Did they make it?"
"Of course, they did. Sometimes they faltered, one or
two even fell, but they kept on going, even though they didn't feel any
movement."
The Child pondered over what The Prophet had said.
"Maybe, they didn't have a Prophet, like I do, to
help them along the way." The Child mumbled with a sigh.
The Prophet bent over in fits of laughter. When he had
calmed down, he said, "Child, they had help. They too had to learn the
timing of their own drumbeats in order to see progress. You're not alone in
your quest."
"Do you mean they had a Prophet too?"
"Of course."
"And how do you know they had one, Prophet? Were you there?" The Child asked.
"Child would you like me to tell you a little
story?"
"Oh yes, Prophet," The Child said, forgetting
her question. "I love your stories. They seem so real."
"Then, once upon a time, darkness and water covered
the earth…" The Prophet began.
Shalom,
Pat Garcia
