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| The Fire of Silence by � Nathan Cowlishaw The uncanny feelings slither through this cavernous vista like the lonely fire that burns within the phantoms, and faded shadows that once had cast forth. The living trance would once, long ago, before the ancient times, howl and clamor deep declarations from coyotes of the deep, flourishing, hills of eternal rest. It was the emotion of blazing skies burning the candled nights beneath the fresh, green, talking cedars. The clouds shattered by so many ages without a footstep never even faded. Truly, the soil, and the blue skies of this ripe sphere was a place of rest, and a place to give sanction to uneasy souls when there was no other warmth. The passion and benevolence was given to their calm and humble hearts. Only they would know what secret the those skies held, to where it was a chant, and a divinity of this celestial brilliance could cast away evil. It was a silence where the Creator put his spirit over the land. A genuine peace was upon everything. These moments were trusted by the old ones. Away in the hidden mountains, and anywhere there was a good belief, the Faith was built up. The creatures of the forest did rest and sleep. The fowls of the sky did raise their young. All in life was still and quiet. Alone, where the far off people of the Earth traveled, They lived close together for all their lives, long ago into ages of silence. Nathan Cowlishaw |
