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Eagle and the Dove

Gather around the sacred fire, my children Let the embers' glow spark your curiosity as we begin on this journey together; to the time of how things once were, to the time of how things came to be In the beginning, there was no war, only peace There was no hate, only love Harmony existed between all things, it was the age when the eagle flew alongside the dove Now the eagle lived high in the cliff of a great mountain, and the dove lived in the lush valley below And the seasons continued unabated, from the summer's heat to the winter's snow Then one day as the eagle sat, perched high atop his domain, an evil thought entered his heart, that only he alone over everything should reign He felt because he was the most powerful bird, his voice should always have the final word So he gathered the other birds together, to have them agree to make him their chief The falcon and the hawk said they liked the idea The raven and the owl said lets not be so hasty The debate went on for days, and the eagle grew restless with each passing hour Until the stork delivered him a message, during one spring early morning shower The message said that the dove and the swan, never came to a meeting, no not once Thus, the eagle flew down to the edge of the pond, and asked the swan about his absence The swan said such matters concern him not, let he who rule, let him rule just As for the whereabouts of the dove, the swan said he was in a cove by the big tree with the chestnuts The eagle went and confronted the dove, and accused him of stalling his coronation oblation The dove replied with a gentle reproof, saying to go down this wicked path will divide the earth into two nations One will love war, and the other will love peace One will hate killing, and the other will hate mercy One will love freedom, and the other will love slavery One will hate healing the pain, the other will hate causing hurt and misery The eagle got angry at what the dove had to say, and they no longer flew together after that day So now you know, children, the story of the eagle and the dove Which will you choose? Will you choose to love hate, or choose to live the peaceful way Will you choose to hate love, or choose to possess the spirit of a dove

Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

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Date: 1/13/2017 1:09:00 PM
WOW!!! How did this one escape my notice. This is simply terrific and a new fave.
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Date: 12/19/2016 7:00:00 AM
You did an excellent job. I enjoy your writing ability. You deliver some impressive stories and this is another one ... CayCay
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Date: 12/18/2016 8:05:00 PM
Awesome story telling Freddie! P & L~ Che
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Date: 12/17/2016 12:57:00 AM
Ohhh, I LOVE this! It's epic, it's almost a Fontaine parabel (I happen to love those). And it's so true!. A7 from me ...
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Date: 12/17/2016 12:29:00 AM
Indeed awesome ... Liked it very much ...
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Date: 12/16/2016 8:15:00 PM
Awesome story RW! Loved it so much my friend!
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Date: 12/16/2016 6:40:00 PM
WoW! Freddie, you are a fantastic story teller. This story had my full attention. It had great content and amazing imagery. I could see each bird so clearly in my mind. The moral of the story was good. I'd like to think I strive to have the spirit of a dove. A without a doubt seven and a fave:-) Alexis
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Date: 12/16/2016 5:55:00 PM
Wow, very cool my friend. I like the theme and the message of this piece. This was fantastic, you are the master storyteller.
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Date: 12/16/2016 5:12:00 PM
This is an epic write, Freddie, an awesome allegory that draws the reader in... I enjoyed this.
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Date: 12/16/2016 1:18:00 PM
freddie i need to sit round a campfire while you tell us this story, i would hope im a dove stephen
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Becca Teagan
Date: 12/16/2016 5:08:00 PM
I think you're a dove, Stephen