Return

"Return, Prophet? Do we have to return?"

"Have you forgotten your dreams, Child?" The Prophet asked.

"No... But why I do I have to return now?"

"Because it's time to put your focus back onto where you're heading."

"But it's so beautiful here, so peaceful. Do I have to return, Prophet?"

"No, you don't have to. It's your choice."

"Don't you think I'd be happier staying where I am?"

"You know the answer to that Child."

The Child thought deeply as she sat on the lily pad.  Do I have the perseverance needed to go on, to achieve my dreams? She asked herself, and for the first time, she noticed that the whale seemed restless.

"What 's wrong with Mr. Whale?"

"He's waiting for you to decide."

"What has my decision got to do with him, Prophet?"

"He's ready to move on and can't, until he knows what you're going to do."

"Do you mean the whale wants to go?"

"Yes, Child. He has to move on."

"But what will I do without him, Prophet?

"If you decide not to return, you don't need him."

"Oh, Prophet, what shall I do?"

"What do you want to do, Child?"

"I want to stay, and yet, I want to continue on."

"And that means?"

Tears that she could no longer hold back started falling.  The Child knew the answer. Her happiness lay ahead no matter what the circumstances.

"Let's go. It's time to return," she said.

"After you, Child."

"Prophet, will we ever come upon a safe harbor again?

"Of course, we will. They are planted along your pathway. Whenever you need to rest, one will appear."

Shalom,

Pat Garcia