All day long, the farmer did work. Tending to the field, working on the barn, herding the animals, while giving his daughter chores to do.
One night, the daughter, while looking in the mirror, saw her own light. Amazed she was, drifting asleep in the night.
She awoke the next day to the same from her father, “do this chore, that chore, there’s little to adore.” While watching her father she would slip away unseen, discovering this world of light that she never knew has been.
A world filled with fairies, gnomes, and rainbows galore, she learned from them this light world adorned. She would say to her father, do you see that right there? His response was merely a grumble from his distractions without care.
So, she’d slip away day in and day out, unknown by her father in his projects of doubt. One day her father saw her high in a tree, “Get down from there right now, I say unto thee.” A blinding beam he saw from sun, “Sorry father, but it sure was fun.”
Dancing in fields of daisies, she never was alone. Her friends of light taught her all that surrounded her home. They said, “Seen and unseen, it all is but light. Look away for a moment and you’ll see the truth bright.”
One day her father asked why she dances in the fields, when more important things are at hand, these chores I do deal. She said “It’s hard to see the light when one’s head is always down, working and jerking things all around.”
From that day forward he never asked her again, of what his daughter sees, their distance began. He kept on with toiling, from project to the next, til the day his legs crumbled from toilings due net.
As he lay there in his last moments, he said to his daughter, “Do you see that light, over there, over yonder?” She said, “Yes father I do, in the fields all day, dancing and twirling, in its loving play.”
As he drifted silent, toiling no more, she saw her father in light with her friends unlike before. They guided him through the field of daisies like a parade of light approaching a hill.
Before dropping out of sight, her father did stop, looking back at his daughter. With a nod and a smile, he simply said, “You were right. I didn’t know. This light. What a show.”
Away he walked with his new friends of light, over the hill, unseen no more, into the bright.
Zoltan Blue 