Scarlet Robe Creations

The Torah Scribe - Ephraim Moses Lilien He looked up into the night sky from his perch outside the temple.  He was a scribe.  One who studied.  One who knew.  The star to the south seemed to take a dominant place in the night sky.  Perhaps he'd seen this star before, but he thought not. "Jeremiah," he said to the young boy, who had followed him out to the wall, hoping to be of service to his master. "Here I am," Jeremiah replied, standing before the respected scribe. "Look to the south," the scribe pointed, a long thin finger, toward the star, just in case the boy was unsure of direction. "Do you see that star?" "I do." "Do you think there is some meaning tied to its appearance?" Jeremiah was unsure how to answer.  He knew little.  His master knew much. "I seldom look at the stars," Jeremiah offered in response. The scribe smiled.  He was a decent man, and he cared deeply for the young boy who served him. "O...

One star, which few pay attention to, dominating a sky over fields of thirsty brown grass. They labor with care only for food and rest. Few have heard the promises. None have sought to seek. Maybe a curse is spoken. Maybe the illumination in the night sky is too bright. Was there singing? Voices in harmony, beautiful. A chorus of wings, christening the night with glory. Are words spoken to your heart or ears? Is there a burning to seek an answer to a question you haven’t asked? Glory to God. Tonight He has done a great thing. He has come down into the world of the humble and called to Himself the poor. copyright 2018 - Donald P James Jr https://www.amazon.com/stores/Donald-P.-James-Jr./author