| The Creative Expressions of... Bill Vivrett |
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| Updated 03.02.06 |
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| The Troll... Out of the night Harry jumped aboard at the city limits sign. Immediately, he became loquacious, chattering non-stop. It was March and Spring was coming on. "Have you stayed up all night?" Erich asked, trying to calm him down. "Never mind that. I'm fine. We're friends now aren't we?" "Sure what's on your heart?" Erich answered with a question and a calm leveling tone. "I need a promise. Will you make sure they play Nessun dorma at the end of my funeral? That's from Puccini's opera, Turandot and I especially like the end of that song. "Sure I will," Erich quickly responded as he slowed his truck to look over at Harry's face: typical, mood-swings of the young, he thought. The boy was already sleeping peacefully. Very early on Easter Sunday morning, in total frustration and self-loathing, Harry shaved his head, arms and legs. Then he cleansed himself and put on new clothes he'd bought from savings and Erich had picked up. He especially liked the light blue hooded sweatshirt. All at once there was a bright light from up on the old stone bridge. "John. Come out," a feminine voice gently insisted, breaking the early dawn's silence. "Come. Up here." A second command. "On the bridge." Clearly and firmly this came. Then silence again. Suddenly humbled as never before, but still curious, Harry looked around him. Gone were all traces of nefarious deep darkness. He came out of his tunnel and climbed toward the light. Up on the bridge he stared in fascination. His now clear blue eyes widened. Her white garment glowed. She had a strange ethereal aura; at the same time puzzling and reassuring. "She looks so serene," he thought, "So joy-filled! So unlike anyone I have ever known." "Who... Who ARE you?" Harry-John stammered. "Whe... where did you come from?" "H... How did you find me?" She smiled. "I am Gabrielle." "I came from Dayspring." "HE told me where to find you." "HE has been with you-all along." "You are blessed." "Come. I will take you to HIM," she beckoned. "But look at me. I can't go with you," Harry-John protested vehemently. She turned, the caring smile again. "HE wants you just as you are." She turned back towards him extending both arms palms up, outstretched. "With HIM-nothing is impossible." "Come." They followed the break up the hill northwest and into the trees. Merry miniature waterfalls sparked in the early morning sun. "I never even knew this was here," Harry-John was amazed. |