Gather around children, and let me tell you an endless story of bravery and courage, love and hope, danger and treachery, happiness and despair and the timeless link among love, forgiveness and spirituality.
…Late at night, an octopus lie sleeping dreaming of warm tropical seas, lightly dancing across pink coral reefs, capturing small fish to eat and mingling with his kin, young and old. However, these dreams always ended abruptly, for, as long as he can remember, dark shadows appeared overhead. Nets and spears rained down on his kin, tearing, capturing and lifting them upwards and into the dark shadows. For centuries, he and his family were persecuted and those taken never returned again.
He awoke and moved to the edge of his cranny nook and gazed into the abyss. Listening quietly to the water currents as they spread vibrations and the never-ending background of undersea noise that indicated abundant life existed far from human eyes. Ever so faintly, there could be heard, now and then, an unusual sound…a song, a lyric, possibly a lament. Distantly, in his memory, he had heard such a song. But where, when?
And, there were other large, harsh noises that coincided with this faint cry. He moved cautiously forward looking for any possible predators. Seeing none, he slowly glided upward to the sea’s surface. It was still dark, and the moon was covered by clouds providing him additional camouflage. On the horizon, he could see bright lights, and sensed many boats converging at that point. And the song was even stronger now, ebbing and flowing, rising and falling…sensing sadness, love, despair and, yet, hope, the lyric pierced his heart. A wave of unfamiliar emotion swept over him, and he realized he must go to the light. Swallowing his fear of men, he glided to the bottom of the sea and moved forward.
…Late at night, an octopus lie sleeping dreaming of warm tropical seas, lightly dancing across pink coral reefs, capturing small fish to eat and mingling with his kin, young and old. However, these dreams always ended abruptly, for, as long as he can remember, dark shadows appeared overhead. Nets and spears rained down on his kin, tearing, capturing and lifting them upwards and into the dark shadows. For centuries, he and his family were persecuted and those taken never returned again.
He awoke and moved to the edge of his cranny nook and gazed into the abyss. Listening quietly to the water currents as they spread vibrations and the never-ending background of undersea noise that indicated abundant life existed far from human eyes. Ever so faintly, there could be heard, now and then, an unusual sound…a song, a lyric, possibly a lament. Distantly, in his memory, he had heard such a song. But where, when?
And, there were other large, harsh noises that coincided with this faint cry. He moved cautiously forward looking for any possible predators. Seeing none, he slowly glided upward to the sea’s surface. It was still dark, and the moon was covered by clouds providing him additional camouflage. On the horizon, he could see bright lights, and sensed many boats converging at that point. And the song was even stronger now, ebbing and flowing, rising and falling…sensing sadness, love, despair and, yet, hope, the lyric pierced his heart. A wave of unfamiliar emotion swept over him, and he realized he must go to the light. Swallowing his fear of men, he glided to the bottom of the sea and moved forward.
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