I thought I would post a little short I wrote. I hope you enjoy.
Just in the mid of night, many hours after the town has drifted to the land of nod;
A small clearing of wood just to the north twinkles in the glow of the moon.
Tiny lights flicker, a welcome site to the creatures under the canopy.
A soothing hum emits from the Great Spirit as it patiently waits for its children.
Timidly at first they enter, their paws tattered, their wings weary.
All arrive both friend and foe.
They wait as the blessed glow of the moon washes over them and the spirit’s voice echoes through their soul.
They sit and wait, their eyes gleaming at one another as they are restored one by one.
They bow respectfully for the comfort of the wood and the bounty of food.
One by one their voices raise in song.
The wood fills with their humble and broken stories; some of sorrow and some of joy.
The Great Spirit listens silently, never interrupting at each concern, fear and delight.
Creatures from young to old begin to shine as the colors of their burden rise above, combining with the moon’s glow.
The songs careen overhead in their haunting beauty,
a sea of discord reflecting the vivid array of colors in the eyes of his children.
The trees listen in patience before adding their own and soon all has lifted their voice high.
Still, the Great Spirit is careful to hear all of their precious song.
For all was meaningful to him.
He waits in purpose as the last creature gives his tune.
The air stirs a soft breath upon the creatures and a feeling of peace and meaning washes over their tired souls.
Rejuvenated, they turn and leave; thanking him.
The dawn’s light just begins as the Spirit looks on to the town, waiting in silence.
Just as the sun peaks over the hill, An enormous burst of light emits from The Great Spirit in joy and love as he looks upon his children of daylight.
He hums the psalm of life, sunbeams emanating from his fingertips and toes; the harmony stretching across the bustling town.
Most of the men and women go about their day, chores and tending to work.
A few stop to listen, feeling a gentle breeze wash over them mixing with the promise of hope.
The children, however stop in their tracks. Turning their ears to the wood they smile as they soak in the beautiful song.
The adults look to their children in bewilderment, why did they do this every day?
Shrugged off as a way to rebel, they scold the children and tell them to go to school or get back to work.
Most of the older ones would obey, but the youngest would argue and try to wonder off.
Day by day would run the same, each child stopping and each parent scolding.
Until one day, unable to stand it any longer the youngest child Peter finished his chores and snuck away.
“I’ll be back before dinner and mama will never know! I’ve finished my chores and she will be pleased.”
Feeling very proud indeed, he set forth to the wood. Besides, he’d been outside in the wood many a time and nothing happened.
He just had to see what made those beautiful sounds and feelings. He passed over the soft, grassy hills as the lazy breeze tousled his dark locks.
Before he knew it, the woods were just in front of him. The feelings became stronger and he stood just outside bathing in it’s soothing melody.
Closing his eyes, Peter waited; for what he did not know but he waited just the same.
Come child, come inside the voice beckoned. Hesitant at first he timidly pushed his way through the brush and the trees.
Finally Peter came to a clearing and gazed about. Though he saw nothing, a strong presence filled the air wrapping itself around him gently.
Wait. it commanded and then the air was silent. Even though his legs became twitchy and he knew his parents would be cross, he waited.
Nightfall came slowly and he could hear the town calling for him, but somehow Peter knew he must stay. Above all, he could hear his mother’s distress and he felt guilty for worrying her. Such a whooping he would get. Still he waited patiently for the spirit’s return.
Upon the eleventh hour, the town lit torches and began to walk toward the northern wood still calling to him. After a while they finally reached the entrance and called from just outside. It took every ounce of restraint not to call back, however he sat and waited. Somehow, he couldn’t shake the feeling that this was very important. When finally the town reached the clearing they were shocked to find him there quietly sitting. His mother was the first to bolt across and hug him tight.
“Child, where have you been? Did you not hear us calling?”
He looked to his mother and answered. “I was told to wait.”
“By whom boy? Is this some kind of joke?”
“No mama, a spirit told me.”
Anger flashed in her eyes and she raised her hand to strike, thinking this was another of her son’s stories.
Peter cringed in anticipation of his mother’s blow and closed his eyes. When nothing came, he slowly opened them and looked up. His mother was frozen in mid-air gawking just in front of him. Looking around, he realized she wasn’t the only one, everyone was staring in the same spot. Peter turned and searched with his eyes, curious to see what everyone was looking at. Animals of all sizes and types filled the clearing and sat just underneath the glowing orb that floated in the center. Pulsating it radiated the most vivid array of colors Peter had ever seen.
Unsure of what to do, the awestruck townsfolk stood and looked on in silence. Each animal hesitated in front of the humans but soon quieted down and joined together in song. The people could not believe their ears, all the voices and concerns could be understood! Oh what a sound of utmost beauty like nothing they’d quite heard. Could the animals have always spoken with such clarity? They listened in pleasure as the creatures thanked the spirit above with their bows of respect and melodies. They were made giddy with the tales of frolicking through the woods and the love they felt for one another. They cried as the animals spoke of their hardships, of their fears. And were quickly silenced in shame at the animals remorse of lost ones and their homes slowly fading away. This song was the most sorrowful and all of the towns people were given such pictures of the past that some fell to their knees. Had they always been so selfish? Maybe, just maybe the animals had been speaking to them. But they were too caught up in their daily lives to listen.
From the crowd a lone boy walked forward, it was Peter the child that had brought all of them here. Fearless, he continued over to the animals and stopped just in front of their curious gaze.
“I’m sorry, I did not mean to take your homes. It was wrong to leave you with no place to go. Please, won’t you forgive me?” humbled before them, he offered his hand. The animals shifted uneasy and looked about for a trap or trick. They eyed him for a long, long time. Minutes stretched by, but still the boy waited offering his kind smile, and extended hand. Ever so slowly the first to step forward was a single wolf. He sniffed at the child’s hand and it took every ounce of Peter’s mother not to scream in fear. He gazed into the boy’s eyes and saw within them no harm or malice. Hesitant at first, he nuzzled and then rubbed against Peter’s hand.
The Great Spirit found this to be good, and so the first animal to walk by man’s side, was the wolf. Peter promised to always care for the animal, to do it no harm and to respect it’s home. One by one, each person stood forward, apologizing and bowing their head in shame. They offered their hands, the food from their town and told the animals they would tend to the land they had stripped away.
With each new generation, the townspeople walked with their young, up to the forest on the clearest of winter nights. They listened to the Great Spirit’s song, and the voice of the creatures. Together both animal and man brought their voice, making a solemn promise to coexist and to respect one another. And so it continued until after many, many years, the Great Spirit rose to the heavens vowing to only return when animals or man could no longer hear each other’s words of wisdom.