A Moral of the Meek


"It is the harvest my dear, why do you not feast?"
"Why do we not wait for the spring to feast, for is it not the winter that we may need this treat?"

With a pat on her head she felt a sting of dread

"Such is for the poor or those who are weak.  We do not need and we will never seek."
"But what do we do if the fruits go sour?  Where will be our bread in our darkest hour?"
"My darling, my sweet, you think too much.  You see, we are rich, we fear no such..."

Yet in this time this younge one felt the divine.  She heard a voice inside calling her to abide. Soon at this she could see the future, no longer in the past now, no longer the richer.  At this time the vermin had taken the last of the smallest of morsals of bread.  The beasts had eaten the last piece of fruit.  He family was starving and it was the darkest of winter.  There was no candle light and there was no feast for dinner.  The cold had worked in and their bones did so ache.  Their food had been stolen by an ignorant mistake.  Their money had been used to feast in greed so used to the ability to never feel need.  

Yet that younge little on who had felt the divine, that beautiful childe with such thoughts in the mind had closed up her mouth so as not to speak a word, as her mother had warned her then, she had heard.  But in the hours of night when the wind was a fright she would step outside to meet with beasts of great size.  She feared not for she knew them well, she was kept very safe under their spell.  Through those nights they would hold her and keep her so warm and along would come the vermin and feed her what was kept.  The world, as she knew, was starving and cold.  In warmth and fullness this she did know.

  She wept not for them now but instead for their ignorance, in the arms of a great beast soothing her without words.  Around her always were the vermin bringing her what they could, never too much, and never too little.  For you see, this one child did abide to that divine voice that came from inside.  Never again did she feel the need to caution the ignorant nor pay heed to their plea.  All she wished was to be by the side of her family and friends as she was with them as they died.  The looked upon her as divine in their eyes for her well nourished figure was a beauty unto their bones in such sad disguise.

  To the beasts and the vermin she was known as one of them.  A part of great life and a being of the earth's spin.  This divine human became the last one left.  Now the meek did inherit the great earth in the best.  That little one had heard the voice from inside, and yes, that little one did so very well abide...