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Em D. Moretti
The Sun, the Moon, and the Stars 2
He walked across a field of darkness and looked up at the blackness, shouting, Why is it dark?
Why can I not see? I walk across this field and all I see is black. Blackness. And darkness in
sight. Is there anyone who can guide me through this field? Can anyone give me something
bright?
He stood still for a moment or two and a voice came calling from above.
The voice was deep and strong, but bright and calm.
I am here, said the voice, and I can give you bright, but there is one thing I ask you to do
in return. Once you can see across the field, look for a large stone and engrave the word, hope,
Hope is what you have asked for and what you will be given. Keep hope with you wherever
For a long, long time he waited, but he still could not see light. He kept the word, hope, in his
thoughts all those days of darkness, and every day he looked up, awaiting a light.
He was blinded for a moment by none other than sight. He looked across the beautiful land in
front of him and saw for the first time trees and shrubs, stones and grass. Mountains, rivers,
He looked to the sky and whispered softly, thank you, to the source of light above his head.
He found a large white stone and carved the word, hope, into the side.
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He enjoyed the light for many days, but soon he became dry and heated. The rivers and
oceans drained to valleys and the mountains and all life shriveled to ruin.
Help me, please, said He, this light is just too much. The light has left nothing and the heat
is too much.
And then the voice came again, deep yet calm, and said to He, I then shall give you night.
But again, you must do something in return. When you see night, you must climb the highest
You must have faith in night, and night will give you faith.
Alright, said the man, and the world grew dark again. But up above him, where light had
been, a new light showed. It sat in the darkness, small but fulfilling to He.
The voice had done good to him, so he did good to the voice. He climbed the tallest mountain
He danced in the changing of day and night for many seasons, but soon he became lonely.
There was no one to share day and night or the rivers or mountains or creatures.
The voice answered the call immediately, and spoke in his strong, yet soft, voice.
Then I shall give you She, who will be your best friend. But in return for my favor, I ask you
to walk along the finest shore and write in the sand love upon my first gift to you. Next to the
How will I know these gifts when they appear? asked He.
Alright. He waited seven days and seven nights and at last received the first of the two gifts.
He, with She, wrote the word love into the sand upon the finest ocean shore, and many years
An endless amount of bright lights glowed that night along with their proceeding brother.
They were beautiful, He thought, and He whispered, thank you, to the voice beyond.
He and She wrote the word life into the sandy shore, and were soon blessed with generations
He grew old now, and, after many years, He heard the voice again. Strong and clear as
Is this not home? questioned He, for it is the only place I know.
It is hard, I know, but remember the words I gave to you and let them guide you to me once
again.
He began to weep, and spoke to the voice through his tears, saying Alright.
He said his goodbyes to the world he knew and he departed into the sun, the moon, and the
stars.