"Quest, oh, this is my quest," the Child sang
softly.
"You haven't sung that song for a long time, Child,"
The Prophet said.
"I know. Tonight it struck me that I've been on the
way for quite a while, and this song rose in my spirit."
"Sing a little bit louder. It is balm for my soul."
The Child raised
her voice and sang with fervor,
"This is my quest,
To follow that star,
No matter how hopeless,
No matter how far."*
The Prophet joined in with his baritone, and the sounds of
harmony from the two voices calmed the ocean, and the whale closed his eyes as
it listened.
"To fight for the right,
Without question or pause,"
To be willing to march into hell for a heavenly cause."*
The Prophet began humming as the Child sang on to the end.
Silence hovered over the ocean, The Prophet, sitting
wordlessly on the lily pad, the whale asleep, as the Child whispered, "Do
you think I'll make it, Prophet?"
"I have no doubts you will, Child. Why do you
ask?"
"Sometimes it seems so hard."
"And yet with each difficulty you display an
indomitable spirit to keep going."
"That's cause I have you, Prophet," the Child
said, and she yawned.
"Let's say we have each other, Child."
"But you don't need me, Prophet." The Child
mumbled.
"Oh yes I do, Child. I need your ability to laugh at
yourself, your tenacity, your trust, and your faith to live a fulfilled life
with purpose."
"Zzzz," The Child replied. "Zzzz."
The Prophet chuckled.
She had fallen asleep.
"Sleep my Child," The Prophet said tenderly.
"Tomorrow is another day."
Shalom,
Pat Garcia
*The Impossible Dream. Songwriters, Joe Darien and Mitch
Leigh; Published by
Lyrics
© HELENA MUSIC COMPANY
