Song of Deborah

"Lord if it is you will, I will do as you ask of me. But I wonder why you ask me, the weaker gender of your servants?" Deborah said to the Lord her God. She was sitting on a large boulder which was resting upon a cliff which overlooked the valley... a valley which had always been owned by her grandparents and now by her parents. Deborah fixed her wide-eyed gaze from the valley below to the great skies above. The gift of beauty that God bestowed upon this one was not unlike the beauty of a perfectly cut diamond with her long straight black hair and her honey glazed skin. She knew that she should protect herself from the sun's rays. Other young woman garbed themselves in heavy, long garments which were too restricting, too confining. No, instead she would make for herself and clothe herself in light, white dresses which contained no sleeves just a simple tunic of sorts. She also did not like to wear veils to shield her face as it was customary to do among the women who were either married or maiden. "It matters not to Me whether it is man or maid wielding the gifts I have bestowed upon them, you have been chosen to exercise the gifts which I have bestowed upon you. Alas, My strength shows best through the weakness of man," said God to Deborah' spirit using His still small voice. "What must I do? And when will I go? And where will I go? This is not yet clear to me my Lord, " asked Deborah. "I will tell you all when the time is at hand, for now it is not the time. When the time draws near I will speak with you again," the Lord replied drawing this encounter to an end. "So shall it be done my Lord," Deborah said as she stood up and began to make her way down the rather steep trail that led to the overhanging cliff where Deborah spent much of her spare time when she had time to spare. The path from the cliff led down into a central village, some of the other girls or young women turned to stare at her. Deborah openly glanced back at them and offered them a friendly smile. The other ladies stared and then burst into mocking, conspiratorial chuckles because after all Deborah was an oddity. a dream vision by S.E. Clark