On the Prophets of Old
Posted in Kyble with tags ancestors, ancient, elders, gratitude, prophet, religion, water on May 14, 2008 by zedoktarMany Prophets have been; many are the Prophets and many are the Ways of them who have been. Many too are them who would claim to be the end of all Prophets, the final Word. Yet always more arise. When asked of this, the Prophet said:
“Indeed, every Prophet believes truthfully he is the last, for he is the point where that line of Law and Divine thought becomes a living form; and the next True Prophet is the end of that line, for each is the Birth of the new Way, from the ash of the old, like the Phoenix of legend.”
It so happened that he sat by a stream as he spoke, dangling his feet in the water. Quoth he
“Take this stream. Find you where it begins and where it ends.”
A bright young man spoke up quickly. “It begins in the mountains, in a high lake. From that single place this stream flows to a river to the sea, where it ends.”
“Indeed. And the river and ocean spray are warmed by the sun, the vapors rising to the sky.” the Prophet splashed with his feet mightily “and the vapors become clouds, drifting to the mountain and thence rain falls on the lake, and on a million other waters of the world, thence to carve out endless new ways and bodies of water.”
The youth, dripping wet, puzzled over this. “Is the Prophet then a river or an ocean?”
“He is where the lake becomes the river; and where the river becomes the ocean; and where the ocean becomes the cloud, so then are a million Prophets born to wet the world with the Wisdom of the Divine. Does any one raindrop know where the others fall or if it is the last raindrop? All waters should be grateful to the waters which first blessed them with their moisture, even as they keep moving ever onwards, striving not to that which has passed its time.”