The Padre's Song

The Padre's Song first began as a humming hidden deep within the barrel chest of the man.  Only later did it begin to emerge, first as a change of the countenance on his face and then a low murmuring in his oakwood voice.  Over and over again, in the manner of reverent monks lost in their world of prayer.  With each passing of the words, they became clearer and clear.

"O God of the Sky and God of the Pines,

Quiet our souls, our hearts, and our minds,

Fill the air that we breath with heaven above,

Teach us the ways of Your Miraculous  Love."

The rhythm of the song began to take over the pace of my breath and the beat of my heart.  The words slowly took over my thoughts.  As if hypnotized by some unseen enchantment, my thoughts, then my lips began to join in the song,

"O God of the Sky and God of the Pines,

Quiet our souls, our hearts, and our minds,

Fill the air that we breath with heaven above,

Teach us the ways of Your Miraculous  Love."

Even Blue-Eyes appeared to be caught up in the song, his nose lifted high into the air, as if he seeking the scent in the air of some invisible divine presence.  

My soul felt as if it were being swept up into the loft of the pines, my thoughts sailing in a realm I had never been to before - a realm of higher things, a realm suspended somehow between heaven and earth, a little of both, but seemingly of neither.  And as my spirit soared the winter air felt the moving the warmest of winds, a gentle breeze, yet with power in its breath.  And as the warm wind passed through the needles of the pines, their rustle became as symphonic strings.  And as that same wind passed through the feathers of the owls, it became the soft sound of eternity breathing.

The Padre's Song went on forever, it went forever until it went on no more.  Then there was silence.  Then there was quiet.  Then when there was no more of any sound left, the Padre whispered in my ear, "Listen to the old ones now dressed in grey.  They are here for you."

The owls flew down to me and gathered in circles all about me.  And they began to speak ... to no one else it seemed, only to me.

The End

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