Mr. Whale swam along the right side of the lily pad splashing water on the right corner of the lily pad every time he did a deep dive.
The Prophet sat on the left side of the lily pad watching the precocious Child sitting in the middle singing her heart out.
“Be_be be bop bop bops believe,
Bop bop bop believe,
Be_be be bop bop bops believe,
Yeah, yeah,
Bop bop bops believe.”
“What are you singing, Child?”
“I woke up with it stirring in my heart, Prophet, and it won’t go away.”
“Well… it’s a mighty powerful song.”
“Why’s that, Prophet?” And The Child sang further,
“Be_be be bop bop bops believe,
Bop bop bops believe.”
“What do you think?” The Prophet asked.
“Right now, it’s helping me to look ahead.”
“Then, the song strengthens you, Child?”
“Yep. I feel power coming into me. Prophet?”
“Yes, Child?”
“It seems like years since we left the warm shelter where we sojourned for the past eleven months but it’s only been hours.”
“Sometimes it seems that way.”
“Couldn’t we have stayed there?” And The Child started singing once more.
“Be_be be bop bop bops believe,
Yeah, yeah,
Bop bop bops believe.
“Do you think you would have heard that song or have seen Mr. Whale again if we had stayed?”
“No, Prophet, I don’t.”
“And what about your journey? Do you want to end it now, Child, when you’re so close?”
“Maybe, that’s why I woke up hearing that song, Prophet. I need to remind myself to keep believing. What do you think?”
“Could be, Child, could be.”
“Be_be be bop bop bops believe,
Bop bop bop believe,
Be_be be bop bop bops believe,
Yeah, yeah,
Bop bop bops believe.”
Shalom,
Pat Garcia
