Song of the Corn

She woke early and rose to meet the sun. It was slow but she rose from
her earthly Blanket. The song of Caretaker woke Her, She named herself
Hope. The day wore on furiously hot from the Fire in the Sky. This
place Hope had woken too was desolate, her blanket made of blowing
dust and sand. Yet still she climbed slowly that Caretaker would hear
her Song. Yet as Caretaker healed from his wound, her song grew sad
and needed another.

He heard her call and so was born in the blowing sands. Quickly he
rose that she would be close to Another of her own. Tendrils mingled
and Spirit blew life to them both. They were not alone. But both new
the harsh world they woke to may not let them survive long. So as each
day past as a life time they met Caretaker to warm his loneliness and
in Caretaker's happiness he gave all he could to help them grow and
live. More days past and they knew they needed to live in spirit
through others. So Hope and He sang to the blanket to gently waken the
Others. Soon one by one, Others rose from the Earth Blanket hearing
the soft call of Hope and He. Leaves sprouted from barren soil and All
sang with happiness knowing that Caretaker felt not sad anymore. But
the Season of Life began to grow harsher. Hope gave of herself that
the young would stay green in thier life and soon she aged though
still so young. Yet it was her way to give of herself and give her
namesake to the young and to Caretaker.

He saw the love she gave to All and to Caretaker but worried for the
Burning Sky Flame began to take the toll on her. He knew he would name
himself to protect the rest. And so Sacrifice found purpose. As the
days passed he shielded Hope and the young with his leaves though they
burned and dried. Perhaps if they grew in time they would live on and
his spirit would join thier song.

The Young asked why Sacrifice would do this for them. Hope knew as She
was a part of the Land and a part of Sacrifice. It is Purpose that we
give of ourselves that Caretaker may grow with us and hear our Song.
Grow Strong Young ones and Name yourselves to Purpose. I am Hope when
Caretaker felt little. He has learned from us as he cares for us and
brings us Life Water. Sing to Him Young ones. Let him hear us through
our leaves as Wind talks for us. He will know and carry our Life
Memory with him to the Green Land. There our Spirits will mix with new
ones and the Song will continue forever.

And so Hope, Sacrifice, and the Young sang quietly everyday for
Caretaker to hear. And every evening when the Sky Fire was gone,
Caretaker came and spoke to them quietly, touching with his hands in
love and honoring Sacrifice and praising hope and encouraging the
Young. They knew his love for them and ALL sang in the Circle of Life.


Well, that is my story this evening. I call it the Song of the Corn.
I hope you all enjoy it. Each may interpret it differently and take
away from it as you can. For me, it holds a little special place
within where I hold its meaning and its purpose.

Blessings on all of your Spirits

Winterwolf