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| His Bag by � gogsiniwajo Many years it walked with him slung over his shoulder. Collecting the things he needed to do his deeds. Within this bag carried the wisdom of time passed down from those before and wisdom learned as his years passed on. A simple man not wanting for anything but to only help when it was needed. He carried no title only the name. He was called Oak Owl. A name of strength and wisdom of time. He never felt his need a burden as it was what he meant to do. Many calledwith need of his teachings of cure. He always provided what he could with no thought of a payment of any kind. The kindness shown each time was what gave him a happiness inside. Oak Owl traveled among his people and traveled great distances for prayer and guidance. His bag never leaving his side always making the journeys as a longtime friend. Never giving into the weight of what was needed. Herbs and others things used for helping those in need. Oak Owl's time grew near to an end. He sought his peace with those beyond. He prayed his journey would be to the ones who knew him before. His years had been so many he looked for the peace by the water. The serene flow of time shaded by the tree that would cover him in his journey's end. His time has come. Many years his place never found nor touched was invaded an awakening he did not for see. His bag was no longer with him. A trophy to one whom did not know what it held. A new journey had to begin. A century of time nearly gone he must seek help of others to find his trusted friend. He was no longer of this place yet he knew there would be those who knew what must be done. He watched over there shoulders marveled at what time has given to his people and saddened by how much was truly lost to them as well. Gently showing them he was near a soft scent of sage peaked their awareness. Awakening their minds to his presence. His bag found once again a display for all who do not understand a wall piece on display. What has time done to all these people why do they use what belonged to another for a purpose other than its true meaning. This dismayed him and made him feel a little anxious about their purpose. So many things so near to him carried for so long a simple bag yet a very old friend who deserved the rest of peace given. This friend found on display to the highest bidder, things were not right. Those who knew what must be done got directly to work using what ever means to send his old friend back to him. Working with the quickest speed his friend was regained to join him in peace amongst those he knew before. I know this to be true as his warmth has entered me as he sits by the fire with his old friend praying for the future of all his people. Praying for peace and justice of all wrongs done. |
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