Friday, September 17, 2010

So, you want to be a writer?

The Master and and his helper, Mahmet were walking down a rocky path
seeking a place to sit and rest before entering the bustling city of
Around a bend in the path they came upon a man who was weeping

The Master asked the man what was the matter.
The man replied,"Oh Master, my friends have abandoned me here and my
feet are twisted with the paralysis.
I fear I will fall if I try to walk into the city for the Great Feast
of Hollies. If thou would'st touch my brow I should be healed and would
shout with much praises to thy name.

The Master touched the pennitents brow, and straightway the man bowed,
and then
leapt with joy and shouting as he raced down the path into the Holy

The Master and Mahmet continued walking and they came upon a woman who
was weeping and wailing.
"Woman, what troubles thy soul so greatly that thou doest wail in the
pathway to the city?"

"Oh Master, because I cannot see to weave the fine rugs that sell
for great prices in the city. But only could I see, I would weave many
fine rugs and lift my family from the poverty that doth spoil the soul
many of thy good brethren. If thou would but utter the Word, my
would be gone and I would sing thy praises to the world."

"Woman, open thine eyes, and see that thou does not prick thy fingers
on the shuttle."

The Master and Mahmet walked a little farther and came upon a man in
great distress with weeping and the beating upon his chest.

"Man, what causeth thou to abuse thy body and soul so fervently?"

"Oh Master, I have but one desire in this world and that is to pen
great scrolls, for I have recently learned to scribble, but the great
truths do not reveal themselves to me for I am addled in the mind. If thou
would but place a drop of thy sweat upon my weary head I would see
great truths to reveal to the people of the city, and maybe even the

Upon hearing this the Master fell to his knees overcome with weeping.

Copyright-2008-Jay Hudson-All rights reserved.


Blogger Summer Ross said...

Maybe I'd dense? I don't get it, why would the master cry?

2:31 PM  
Blogger Jay Hudson said...

The last person asked the impossible dream.

6:43 PM  
Blogger CBrownfield said...

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5:48 PM  
Blogger CBrownfield said...

Awesome, Jay!

Initially, I didn't read past the first paragraph. But when I realized it was your blog, I scurried right on over. I get it. ;) Only, I thought the master cried because the man was so unselfish as to want to tell the master's story. The others were concerned about their own stories.

5:51 PM  
Blogger Jay Hudson said...

Learning to write is like learning to ride a bicycle.You have to do it,get your lumps,and then you ride.

10:59 PM  

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