In the quiet before the storm, we untethered from the norm…
Winston comes to see that he knows nothing of the past, of real history: “Every record has been destroyed or falsified,” he says, “every book has been rewritten, every picture has been repainted, every statue and street and building has been renamed…Nothing exists except an endless present in which the Party is always right.” Does any of this sound familiar?
…we said goodbye to all we’d known, set sail on the twin ships Noah and Moses, and cast off from the evil-grown with a tip of our hats. It was far easier done than said, the day God gave us the right of way, out of the din and into the ‘morrow with nary a speck nor spot of sorrow. There was a sadness for those left behind, the lost and embittered, the dumb, deaf, and blind.
Parts handed out on the day of our birth, some to despair whilst others to mirth. To dance on this stage so short and so sweet, never minding the score, who’s rhythm…who’s beat? Who cast this spell upon our feet, to bring us low and swing us high, never stopping to question why…the melody so light and thin…like angel hair to draw us in, ‘twas Medusa in the light of day. No place to hide, no place to run, the end of the end of their last setting sun.
We prayed for the friends who couldn’t quite see the plain as day forest for the plain as day trees. From Genesis to Revelation and the pages in between, all were given the same roadmap as we. While some are born to follow the others born to lead, still others are born to heed the light of discernment and wisdom without bend…into the final port and safest harbor without end.
The sea is a tranquil emerald here…red sky at morning…the Quiet before the Storm. I felt akin to Noah’s wooden planks beneath my feet. He was, after all, the world’s very first conspiracy theorist…before the rain.
Now the earth was corrupt in God’s sight, and the earth was filled with violence. ~ Genesis 6:11