Chapter Twenty-Seven

(A Fable of Alternate Theory)
[ a poem ]

                                    On a far and high mountain
                                    Above the mist and the rain
                                    Stood the proud Sagittarius
                                    A unicorn of great fame

                                    From far down below
                                    A faint cry was heard
                                    The mighty white steed
                                    Moved toward the distant word

                                    With bright lightning speed
                                    Toward the African savanna
                                    Down the steep mountain slopes
                                    To the home of Tahanna

                                    Bending down at the knee
                                    He gathered up the queen
                                    And together they rode off
                                    To a land never seen

                                    They soon reached that land
                                    Where the four rivers flow
                                    A land of milk and honey
                                    Where weeds never grow

                                    A place of no death
                                    No sickness or pain
                                    A realm of great pleasure
                                    Where knowledge is gain

                                    Drinking from the cool river
                                    Together they were freed
                                    From the weight of life's sorrow
                                    And the pain of life's greed

                                    Through the canyon of eagles
                                    They in awe made their way
                                    To the king's paradise
                                    Where they stayed for a day

                                    In the presence of the master
                                    Where the archangels sing
                                    Where the stars and heavens bow
                                    To the great and mighty king

                                    Upon paying their homage
                                    To the king and his father
                                    They parted with rare wine
                                    And what light they could gather

                                    Swiftly the noble steed
                                    With his African queen
                                    Made the narrow way out
                                    Of the land never seen

                                    Returning the virgin queen
                                    To her home in the plain
                                    He left her forevermore
                                    Never to return again

                                    And from that simple place
                                    The proud mother of us all
                                    Gave birth to her children
                                    The great and the small

                                    On a far and high mountain
                                    Above the mist and the rain
                                    Stands the proud Sagittarius
                                    A unicorn of great fame *

Nelson Mandella Foundation

DEDICATED TO:  Nelson Rolihlahla Mandela, friend of Africa and of Planet Earth, who in spite of modern science, somehow seems to have evolved a little beyond most of the rest of us.  For Brenda, old flames burn bright.

*The author once had an African-American friend named Tahanna.  According to her, Tahanna is an American Indian name meaning "swift horse".

**FootNote:  Perhaps no one but a child would believe this poem to be true.  Then again, no one in their right mind, especially a child, would believe that the universe and all its creation came about by self-designing processes without input from a Grand Designer.  It is perhaps no small wonder why Jesus seems to have preferred the company of children and the common people.  Their superstitions may have been less offensive to his intelligence than those of priests and the scientific selectively 'educated'.


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