And upon the stillness of a cloud-filled
afternoon, the child asked of the Mystic:
“Where is God, the Creator, and how
will I endeavor to find the sacredness of
And the Mystic answered:
Once upon a thousand years ago did a
man seek the answer to your very question.
He searched the mountains for the One
But he only saw the green and yellow
blanket of distant aspen trees.
He walked along the ocean shore, to
know the Creator of Life;
But all he heard was the rhythmic roar
of the tide’s own song.
He rode across the prairie, looking to
find God at his journey’s end;
But all that came to him was the sweet
fragrance of the wild flower’s bloom.
He reached out for the sky, pleading for
a sign of His Presence;
But he only felt the vastness and timelessness
of the starlit night.
Oh foolish man that he was, to search for
God with the eyes of his mind;
When He was forever with him, when seen
through the eyes of his soul.
Excerpts from ‘The Prophet’s Candle‘ by Daniel