A Dilemma of Prophecy

Dedicated to Dr. Martin Hilpert I softly touched your little hand with mine You. You are not an easy one to tame You took off your hand and started running. Strong and swift. I followed you. A gust of wind touched my scarf. My open face. And I reached for your hand. Again. The other day you sounded happy. You finished the book. You declared loudly," I learned a lot! It was fun!" I asked you then, " Can you tell me about syncretism?" "..What does it mean?" You asked me back. "The amalgamation or attempted amalgamation of different religions, cultures, or schools of thought," I quoted the definition. "An awful effort indeed!" You sounded serious. " It has another meaning, though," I said. "What is that?" You asked. "The merging of different inflectional varieties of a word during the development of a language," I quoted. Again. "I liked this concept a lot. I would stick to it." He announced. "What about the other? Are you fixing it for others than yourself?" I asked. His big eyes narrowed down. " Have faith. The rest will follow through."