*Dreams of Faith*
The night air is hot on the highway. He walks slowly.
The trees creek and cicada sing... The day had burned
his skin; a verse sung in days past echoed in his mind:
Sie zogen mit gesenktem Blick
In das Philisterland zuruck.
O jerum, jerum, jerum,
O quae mutatio rerum!
The words fell bitterly.. His home was gone. His city gone.
He looked out into the moonlit road. Where would He rest?
He tried to pray.
Since I know nothing
I am dead.
The dead are lead by God.
God is not dead.
He could feel the insanity grow within him. There must be a Way.
Something to do. .. There was a bubbling brook off the road.
"I will bath." He thought... The brook was a few minutes into the
The water was ice cold.. He could barely force himself into the
stream.. but, it numbed his burns... He laughed: "I was the
President of the United States."
There was the snap of a twig. He stood and turned about..
and took a step and then another. "I am Candice" a woman spoke.
She was beside a tree.
"The world is a mystery." he thought. They held each other and
life begain anew.