The Searcher (Dream)

The White Stone Trilogy: Part 1 An old man shuffled down an ancient trail He was old and thin and seemed very frail shuffling along slowly in the midday heat Dry, white dust puffing about his sandled feet The old man's hair and beard was long and gray with a long wooden staff he slowly made his way drawn by the sound of a cool stream bubbling free under the inviting shade of ancient oak trees The old man finally reached the shade under the trees at the stream's edge he painfully sank unto his knees for the path to the Lord and His Name is ever long the road,oft traveled, robs the weak of will and song The water from the stream was refreshing, clear and cold after he drank, the old man let his legs slowly unfold when sleep stole him from beside the murmuring stream the old man fell deep into a cushioning dream above the stream golden sunbeams painted small rainbows the wind whispered lullabies through the leaves and boughs messengers of the Lord's dream about love and the White Stone so it was the Searcher became the Chosen - the Lord's OwnAccording to the legend of the White Stone to know the Lord's name is to give up all and everything in love of God. Not many can do that - even less with motives pure. Which is why in all the times of existence, the Lord will give his True Name to but one. Written October 7th, 2001 © on Oct 06 2001 09:34 PM PST   abuse