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THE SEEKER

A weaving’s blending is spun within the soil of the discontent,
Legends are the roots of cultures, stories woven within the 
Fabrics of societies, but the colors of truth reveal the shocking
Details of wrong deeds, justified in the name of Religion,
Even amongst those deemed as righteous acts according to
Biblical interpretation, thus is this story laid within the
Amish community as fact not fiction!
Bore to elderly parents, a seeker was conceived, blind at birth
This child of innocence light, walked amongst those clothed
In the trappings of the darkly dressed, yet he could see with
Perfect clarity with the third eye of the profit, but amongst
His people this is an abomination to God!
For only God himself shall now all things, in heaven or on
Earth, so taken to the shunning fields of the forest wilds
The child was left, given the judgement of the shunned!
Grieving did his weeping mother so, for her child of old age,
The father went to search for him, yet it was too late,
Within the mangled reeds a small lifeless form laid,
Dripping with the night dew of death!
Begging thus went these sorrow hearted parents,
To the priest at the sacred house of the lord,
Asking for their misbegotten son to be buried
Within the cemetery’s consecrated ground,
Again the answer from this holy man, denied!
But the moonlight shadow clouds hide many secrets beneath it,
As these the child’s only mourners, did the unthinkable,
Burying the lifeless figure within the satisfied ground!
But they were not alone within these quiet shadows,
And the priest was told their deadly deed of deceit,
At morning rising, again the child was raised, and buried
On the out shirks of the outer lands beyond!
As if Lazarus rising from the tomb, the boys spirit
Rose in the vengeance of the accursed, a dark phantom
Blanketed the nights sky, an omen of terror raid against
These the chosen people, or so they believed themselves!
The cattle dropped in sicknesses disease, the heathy
Became ill, and crops were plagued by insects of the fields!
The priest went forth unto the gravel of the child of light,
Which now the ground at turned an ashen black, upon this
Spot of darkness, he planted a tree of evergreen and blessed
It forever locking the evil within!
But after one hundred years to the date, of the child’s murder,
A lightning storm split the tree in half, release the demon
Within once more, again the curses sting knew life, and the
Plagues of the unjust shot forth unto the world of the living!
Another priest stepped forward, pronouncing the demonic
To rest unto the soil of discontent, planting a tree
Of evergreen again, spoken are the words of the lord
Upon this child’s grave at last, blessing his spirit to remain,
And the cloud dissipated, as mercy’s innocent could
Now rested in the arms of the divine maker’s peace!
Yet a guardian is set in place at all times, to watch over
The tree just in case!

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
DEDICATED TO THE CHILD OF LIGHT 
WHOM WAS LOST TO THE REST OF US
A GIFT GIVEN BY GOD

This story was shown on TV, and I thought it should be told for the
sake of this special child, that in the outside world beyond the Amish
he would be considered a gifted clairivoant, not an abominasion!
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