DOODLE
-~The Books~-
The man walked into the dark depths of the drenching abyss; a drooping curtain of velvet shadow hung like an everlasting mist. He continued in his deep strides, under the twilight of the black, sacred night, and he pushed on as the light luminescent rays dwelt upon his rigid face.
He made his way to the white, ancient building, where the immense candle light filled the empty and barren room; shadows protruded onto the cracked streets, but quickly shrunk in quiet fear.
The man climbed up the ruined steps, entered the old church, and stood in utter amazement. He silently sat at the bruised bench, and listened.
"Father, what is the greatest of the three: faith, hope, and love?"
"Brother Nicodemus, I proclaim, the greatest of these is love."
"Father, father! What is love?"
"Fellow brother, love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres."
Hours trickled away as the few men finally finished, and they silently walked outside, where the stars hung in pure light. After this, the father gently approached the sitting man on the ruined bench.
"Ahhh. Dear old friend, it has been too long."
"Indeed, time is still cruel a thing, as it was at the dawn of time."
"Ahh, yes." The father took from his lap an extremely old book covered in black cloth, and placed it next to him. "I once remembered time..."
The man was perplexed. It was if he was blind, shrouded by the amazing mystery of that black, no, transparent shadow, that hid the book. "Your still preaching from that book of yours, old man? My, my, how INDEED you have forgotten time!"
A grin appeared from the father. "Saul, you should know by now that this is not a book, but books, old friend.
21-Aug-2008 05:16:22
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