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| Dancers Dreaming and the Shadow People (2)
by blue_rose1 at 2/28/2008 6:58:49 AM
Chapter 2
"To everything there is a season and a time to every purpose under heaven -
a time to be born and a time to die;
a time to plant and a time to reap;
a time to kill and a time to heal;
a time to tear down and a time to build up;
a time to mourn and a time to laugh;
a time to cast away stones and a time to gather stones together;
a time to embrace and a time to refrain from embracing;
a time to gain and a time to lose;
a time to keep and a time to throw away;
a time to be silent and a time to speak;
a time to love and a time to hate;
a time for war and a time for peace.
He has set eternity in their hearts."
Ecclesiastes 3: 1-8; 11b
The time for contemplation was now past. What was before, now but dust and ashes. The burden that had once been such a seeming great weight now appeared as a desolate waste. That which had proudly disguised itself as noble now in silence mocked the fool who wore it. One would think it sadness or distress; even hopelessness. Instead there was stillness; not an empty stillness nor even a peaceful stillness. It was the more rare stillness; that of being. The old was simply changed. The ashes stirred by a newly conceived life quickened within the womb of destiny; the fruit she would bear history for their intimacy. Someone would have to tell the story for it mattered very much, and though the new being did not yet know what it would become it reached out to be quickened and nourished by its Creator - without fear or expectation. It knew only a sense of purpose. Then the spark began to crackle and glow and the being saw the light and felt the warmth which was the very essence of his becoming. It was love.
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