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Bill Davidson 1995
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In creating this small gift for you, I do what please me. As do you.
All is well.
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Bill Davidson
Dec 1995
All doors lead to God.
Creation never sleeps.
nce upon a time, there was
a period when the seas rose to flood the coastal
cities and towns of the kingdom. The people gathered together and fled to the high country inland. The King
remained alone in the castle, defying the rising waters, until at last he was trapped, a prisoner in his own house.
After a time, the waters ceased rising, but did not recede as expected. The people of the Kingdom began building new homes in the hills and valleys inland, to establish new places of habitation. The King remained
alone in the ancient castle. Every month on the fifteenth day, provisions were brought to him by boat.
Naturally, ruling the Kingdom was difficult for the King, as he continued to live in his man-made island of stone,
surrounded completely by restless, tidal waters.
To pass the time, the King began a study of the many variety of seabirds that regularly visited the castle. As time went along,
he found that certain of these birds became quite tame and seemed to be taking a personal interest in him.
One day, as he sat musing in the courtyard of the castle, an exceptionally beautiful bird landed beside him. The bird
stretched its magnificent wings and spoke: "Good morning, Your Majesty," said the seabird.
"Good morning to you too ..." replied the puzzled King.
"Why do you live alone?" the bird inquired.
"My people fled the rising waters to live in the high country, but I have chosen to remain here, in the house of my ancestors." said the King.
The seabird blinked and yawned politely.
"How is it that you are able to speak?" the King asked after a moment.
"I do what pleases me," the bird softly spoke, "As do you."
A long, lost cry of passion rose out of the King's being,, a voiceless cry of the heart, which ebbed ever stronger, a torrent of colours which
splashed and roared out through the castle walls and beyond.
In the weeks that followed, the Kingdom literally buzzed with rumours. There were frequent reports of sightings of the King,
as he strolled through the new lands of habitation. Some people claimed that he had even paid a visit to their homes. Most perplexing of all were reports that the King had appeared in several different places, all
in the same moment of time.
Finally, the King appeared in the midst of a large gathering that had been called to give consideration to the many rumours.
A hush fell over the multitudes. The King stepped forward to speak.
"All is well." The King spoke so softly. "I do what pleases me," he said, "As do you."
This is the tale of the seabird and the King. In the telling of this simple story, I do what pleases me, as do you.
All is well.
The End.
