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As I watched then arrive, I could not believe the amount.
Flitting back and forth, calmly answering questions I helped as best as I could.
This was not my assignment but it seemed that my assistance was necessary.
As I came across one of the older ones I asked, "Where did they all come from? Why are they all here?"
Turning his soft gaze to me he answered in a voice that normally shook the foundations, "They came from a place called America. This is where they belong. Now go on child and tend to their needs."
I nodded my head and turned back to all of them. Glancing back over my shoulder, I saw how the older one shoulders sagged and the brightness that normally accompanied him dim a bit. Sighing softly, but following his directions I tended, assured, hugged, and assisted all that came my way.
As the day ended I found myself back at his side. Sitting down next to him I waited to ask the one question that had bothered me all day. Turning to me he looked into my eyes and asked, "what is it child?"
"Sir" I asked, "Why?"
He turned his head but not before I saw the tears being to form in his eyes. Taking a deep breath, his soft voice began to fill my head.
"Child, HE gave us all the freedom to chose. To choose life and love or death and destruction. The choice today by some was death and destruction."
"But HE could have stopped it", I replied. "HE could have, couldn't HE?"
"Child yes HE could have. But he knew that his children need HIS guidance not HIS interference."
"But I don't understand, HE wouldn't have been interfering He would have been..."
Interrupting me the older one pointed to where HE stood. I had never really seen him instead I felt HIS love and HIS presence everywhere. But now as I watched, I saw HIM look down at the scene below HIM, HIS hand extending. I saw HIM smooth back a lock of hair off the face of a man slumped in the street covered in ash, tired and forlorn. I watched HIM put HIS arms around the man holding him and murmuring soothing words, comforting him.
Turning to look at the older one, I realized that I had been watching a father comfort his child.
"Do you understand now", the older one asked.
"I think I do", I answered
Flitting back and forth, calmly answering questions I helped as best as I could.
This was not my assignment but it seemed that my assistance was necessary.
As I came across one of the older ones I asked, "Where did they all come from? Why are they all here?"
Turning his soft gaze to me he answered in a voice that normally shook the foundations, "They came from a place called America. This is where they belong. Now go on child and tend to their needs."
I nodded my head and turned back to all of them. Glancing back over my shoulder, I saw how the older one shoulders sagged and the brightness that normally accompanied him dim a bit. Sighing softly, but following his directions I tended, assured, hugged, and assisted all that came my way.
As the day ended I found myself back at his side. Sitting down next to him I waited to ask the one question that had bothered me all day. Turning to me he looked into my eyes and asked, "what is it child?"
"Sir" I asked, "Why?"
He turned his head but not before I saw the tears being to form in his eyes. Taking a deep breath, his soft voice began to fill my head.
"Child, HE gave us all the freedom to chose. To choose life and love or death and destruction. The choice today by some was death and destruction."
"But HE could have stopped it", I replied. "HE could have, couldn't HE?"
"Child yes HE could have. But he knew that his children need HIS guidance not HIS interference."
"But I don't understand, HE wouldn't have been interfering He would have been..."
Interrupting me the older one pointed to where HE stood. I had never really seen him instead I felt HIS love and HIS presence everywhere. But now as I watched, I saw HIM look down at the scene below HIM, HIS hand extending. I saw HIM smooth back a lock of hair off the face of a man slumped in the street covered in ash, tired and forlorn. I watched HIM put HIS arms around the man holding him and murmuring soothing words, comforting him.
Turning to look at the older one, I realized that I had been watching a father comfort his child.
"Do you understand now", the older one asked.
"I think I do", I answered
