The Night Storm

Night fells suddenly sending rays of hope in the sky as anxious hearts make music with their flute and the violin with its tender strings bring back memories of my youth. It is the part of me that no one can see but something bigger than me is always speaking to me and it is the light that is guiding me. I love the musical hymns, especially those composed with strings and the innocent voices of the altar boys echoing from afar, when thousands of voices combine together and the musical band plays a special song and procession and dignitaries walk briskly through aisles the whole world will come alive.I can hear the rustling wind beating against my window sill and the tenants below me engaged in a brawl about the height of the city wall; we walked a thousand miles to length and breadth of the city and there we found nature curled up like a soft ball listening to the barking dogs on the outskirts of the community. Walk with me an extra mile to the center of the square and I will show you what transpired there. Some circles are engraved in the middle and the tomb of doom once lived there but it was exhumed and transported to the external hemisphere and a valley runs beneath that leads to the street and the missionaries once resided there. The storm took them by surprise and that is the only place they could survive; but the memory continues to live there. Read the markings on the wall carefully and everything in that place, it will explain the mystery about that place; you must know the facts before it’s too late. Freedom is coming to the church and the theory about man was created from dirt will walk through the door when mankind comes face to face with reality, the text cannot explain it but your hearts will believe it. A thousand years of tradition will fade away and the new reality will usher in and you will start to sing modern hymns.