Post by safaiax on Jan 3, 2009 22:21:27 GMT -5
I think this would count as a fable. But not sure. Enjoy ;D
[glow=red,2,300]Rated: K[/glow]
A middle aged, fair skinned man treaded through the dry camp. His white cloak danced in the bitter, piercing breeze. A low murmur could be heard from the hundreds of people that had gone to sleep in their tents. Darkness engulfed the camp, all except for the glow of the moon illuminating the man and his path. His bare feet scuffed against the lifeless ground. As he neared one of the tents, his gleaming eyes gazed up at the clouded heavens. A concise, arcane expression formed on his face before he reached his destination.
The man knocked on a tent. "Come, let me dine with you." He prompted when a young man opened the flap.
"I have no room in my tent." He excused himself.
So the man continued on to the next tent. When a middle aged woman opened the flap, he said again, "Come, let me dine with you."
"Splendid! Come right in!" The woman gleefully replied.
But, an aged, white haired man, called Levithenoe, came along. Though his face was pale and eyes seemed pure, his heart remained sinister and blacker than onyx. "You fool!" he reviled. "Do not let that man in, else you will be cast out of our tribe!"
So, the woman subsided into her tent, unwilling to take the risk.
Then, the fair skinned man traipsed to the next tent. When he knocked, a boy, perhaps no older than sixteen, came out. "Come, let me dine with you." The man repeated.
"What's in it for me?" the boy demanded.
"Only myself." The man offered.
Suddenly, the pale faced Levithenoe appeared behind him. "Young man," he coaxed. "I have a gift for you. If you will let me in, it will be yours." He held up a radiantly refined long bow in front of the boy's dazzled eyes.
"I have always wanted a new bow. Please come in." he replied, delighted.
The man continued on to the next tent, confident that its dweller would invite him in. When he knocked, a ragged young man emerged. "What do you want? I am busy."
"Come, let me dine with you." He repeated once more.
"With me?" he cynically replied. "I have naught to give you but a moldy piece of bread. I am empty. Haven't eaten in days. My bread has made me sick and my water is no better. I have lost my cloaks and my tunics are filthy and disgusting. There is nowhere to sit except the vile ground. If that is what you want, then by all means, come in. There is nothing for even myself."
"I know this. If you trust me, I will come in. Do not worry or be afraid."
The ragged young man stepped aside and invited him in. "If you wish."
"What is your name?" The fair skinned man asked as they stepped inside the tent.
"I am Desrucca."
"From now on, your name will be Dhilocel Fohim. No longer will you be Desrucca."
"But why? Who are you?" he inquired.
"I have many names. But some know me as Nammulie."
"Nammulie! I have been waiting for you nearly all of my life!"
"And your patience has prevailed." His smile glowed in the darkened tent. "Come. I have a gift for you. Remove your tunic and give it to me."
He did as he was told. As he pealed his filthy, damp rags from his skin, he glanced up and realized Nammulie had taken his white cloak off of himself. When he handed it to the half naked Dhilocel Fohim, he received the rags and slipped them on.
The young man's eyes glowed with gratitude and humility alike. Before he could say a word, the man told him to put his hands in his pockets. When he did, he was surprised to find a small sack of fresh bread, and in the other pocket, a full water skin. "Thank you! But why me? Why a dirty, disgusting man like me? What about the other people? Didn't you go to them first?"
"Yes, I did. And they rejected me. Besides, you may not be aware of it, but everybody else has nothing more than you do. The difference is that you admit it. And you have been blessed for this." he said.
There was a brief pause between the two men, and then, "Nammulie, why have you waited so long to come? It has been hard to survive out here in these harsh conditions. Why didn't you come sooner?"
"All in good timing, my boy. All in my timing, that is. You have lived a hard life, but your life will become harder now that I am here. The tribesmen will hate you and treat you harshly. But, don't be afraid. I will be here whenever you need me. You need only to ask. Besides, your rewards will be beyond your wildest imaginations when this is over."
"When will it be over?" the young, white cloaked man begged to know.
"All in my timing. Until then, cling to me, and not to your friends or family or ragged possessions. Love your enemies and tell the tribesmen about me and my gift. Obey my words, and do not go back to your old ways. You will have to stay here a little longer, but don't forget to keep your eyes on me. Terrible things may happen, but I have a plan. I know how it will all end. You don't have to worry about anything. Let tomorrow worry about itself."
"Yes Nammulie...I will try. But please help me. You know how weak I am."
"I will. And Dhilocel Fohim? I look forward to spending time with you."
'...and the Word became flesh and tabernacle among us.'
John 1:14
[glow=red,2,300]Rated: K[/glow]
Tabernacled Among Us
A middle aged, fair skinned man treaded through the dry camp. His white cloak danced in the bitter, piercing breeze. A low murmur could be heard from the hundreds of people that had gone to sleep in their tents. Darkness engulfed the camp, all except for the glow of the moon illuminating the man and his path. His bare feet scuffed against the lifeless ground. As he neared one of the tents, his gleaming eyes gazed up at the clouded heavens. A concise, arcane expression formed on his face before he reached his destination.
The man knocked on a tent. "Come, let me dine with you." He prompted when a young man opened the flap.
"I have no room in my tent." He excused himself.
So the man continued on to the next tent. When a middle aged woman opened the flap, he said again, "Come, let me dine with you."
"Splendid! Come right in!" The woman gleefully replied.
But, an aged, white haired man, called Levithenoe, came along. Though his face was pale and eyes seemed pure, his heart remained sinister and blacker than onyx. "You fool!" he reviled. "Do not let that man in, else you will be cast out of our tribe!"
So, the woman subsided into her tent, unwilling to take the risk.
Then, the fair skinned man traipsed to the next tent. When he knocked, a boy, perhaps no older than sixteen, came out. "Come, let me dine with you." The man repeated.
"What's in it for me?" the boy demanded.
"Only myself." The man offered.
Suddenly, the pale faced Levithenoe appeared behind him. "Young man," he coaxed. "I have a gift for you. If you will let me in, it will be yours." He held up a radiantly refined long bow in front of the boy's dazzled eyes.
"I have always wanted a new bow. Please come in." he replied, delighted.
The man continued on to the next tent, confident that its dweller would invite him in. When he knocked, a ragged young man emerged. "What do you want? I am busy."
"Come, let me dine with you." He repeated once more.
"With me?" he cynically replied. "I have naught to give you but a moldy piece of bread. I am empty. Haven't eaten in days. My bread has made me sick and my water is no better. I have lost my cloaks and my tunics are filthy and disgusting. There is nowhere to sit except the vile ground. If that is what you want, then by all means, come in. There is nothing for even myself."
"I know this. If you trust me, I will come in. Do not worry or be afraid."
The ragged young man stepped aside and invited him in. "If you wish."
"What is your name?" The fair skinned man asked as they stepped inside the tent.
"I am Desrucca."
"From now on, your name will be Dhilocel Fohim. No longer will you be Desrucca."
"But why? Who are you?" he inquired.
"I have many names. But some know me as Nammulie."
"Nammulie! I have been waiting for you nearly all of my life!"
"And your patience has prevailed." His smile glowed in the darkened tent. "Come. I have a gift for you. Remove your tunic and give it to me."
He did as he was told. As he pealed his filthy, damp rags from his skin, he glanced up and realized Nammulie had taken his white cloak off of himself. When he handed it to the half naked Dhilocel Fohim, he received the rags and slipped them on.
The young man's eyes glowed with gratitude and humility alike. Before he could say a word, the man told him to put his hands in his pockets. When he did, he was surprised to find a small sack of fresh bread, and in the other pocket, a full water skin. "Thank you! But why me? Why a dirty, disgusting man like me? What about the other people? Didn't you go to them first?"
"Yes, I did. And they rejected me. Besides, you may not be aware of it, but everybody else has nothing more than you do. The difference is that you admit it. And you have been blessed for this." he said.
There was a brief pause between the two men, and then, "Nammulie, why have you waited so long to come? It has been hard to survive out here in these harsh conditions. Why didn't you come sooner?"
"All in good timing, my boy. All in my timing, that is. You have lived a hard life, but your life will become harder now that I am here. The tribesmen will hate you and treat you harshly. But, don't be afraid. I will be here whenever you need me. You need only to ask. Besides, your rewards will be beyond your wildest imaginations when this is over."
"When will it be over?" the young, white cloaked man begged to know.
"All in my timing. Until then, cling to me, and not to your friends or family or ragged possessions. Love your enemies and tell the tribesmen about me and my gift. Obey my words, and do not go back to your old ways. You will have to stay here a little longer, but don't forget to keep your eyes on me. Terrible things may happen, but I have a plan. I know how it will all end. You don't have to worry about anything. Let tomorrow worry about itself."
"Yes Nammulie...I will try. But please help me. You know how weak I am."
"I will. And Dhilocel Fohim? I look forward to spending time with you."
'...and the Word became flesh and tabernacle among us.'
John 1:14