The Seeker

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!