The Lord of Possibilities
It seemed now with every passing moment that the light of the wood faded, thereby offering even more objection to my sorting out and refinding my path. I was beginning to become troubled. I sat down upon a Rock to collect myself from my oncoming urgency and anxieties. I started to imagine all sorts of imaginings about my plight. Will i be able to make it through the night ? What other Creatures lived among the Wood ? Would it get Cold ? . . . That was easy to answer, for i felt an unnerving shiver come upon me from my insides out. It seemed to come from the Bones of my Soul. I hung my head as fear came upon me and my Heart cried out. What other choice did i have ?
When you were playing, i felt so gracious for you have come to my Home and took Joy in the Creatures and Verde of the Wood of which ALL are My Creations and thus my Loved Ones.” He said “In the quiet of the Wood, all things are known, why even your Heartbeat is known to me!” Being somewhat taken aback at His forwardness, i began to panic, and He chided . . . .”Be not afraid, i mean you no harm” “By the way, i am known as the Lorde of Possibilities”. I know what it is you seek” . . . And me the consummate Fool asked ? He replied . . . “a way out!” . . .” a way out of your wilderness”. How right on point He was in His acute observation. Yes, i was becoming overwhelmed with the ubiquitous strangeness of this situation and yes, i wanted to get out . . . . fast!
(c) 7 April 2009 : William S. Peters, Sr.