The Golden Swan
On a peaceful tranquil lake there lived families of elegant swans.
Every morning and every evening they echo their beautiful songs.
They were led and taught by the Grandfather who taught them the old
ways.
In the afternoon, they swam and bathed and bathed in the sun’s golden
rays.
For many years this daily ritual continued until one day, the Grandfather
died.
Immediately there was the outpouring of grief, darkness and confusion
descended over the lake.
They all cried.
The darkness deepened, the confusion got worse. They felt utterly lost.
There was a chill in the air and for the first time a morning frost.
At the height of the darkness, a light shone in the middle of the lake.
The swans were very afraid. Then out of the light came a most beautiful
swan with golden wings.
The darkness suddenly lifted. The lake was bathed in golden rings.
The swan spoke to them in a voice they knew.
“I have not left you”. My words are true.
The Grandfather had returned. He taught them new ways.
He stayed with them for a while until the elders understood the new
ways.
Then the mystic light appeared again. The Golden swan entered into
this glorious light.
The darkness did not return. The tranquil lake was once again a vibrant
sight.
The Grandfather had never really left. He continued to watch
over them from above.
Every morning and every evening, the swans echoed their beautiful songs
of love.
The lake was once more peaceful and tranquil. The swans were
happy.
They were full of laughter
They lived happily ever after
© Andrew Pell 27/12/05
