Ice Age Ahead (iaa)   

When a great moment meets a little people

by Rolf A. F. Witzsche
explorations from my novels

 

As God is Soul
 our world becomes empty when we loose the soul of our humanity

Here we find a standard that we cannot ignore without deadly consequences.
What defines us as human beings? 
Is it our capacity to create or destroy, to build or to steal, and to kill or to nourish?


Tale of the Lost Son

A tale is told of a woman who had married a princely man, both by stature and by intelligence, and also by his manly looks and strength. But the man was not a prince. He was a soldier, and as a soldier he was killed in a war like many others in countless wars. As it was, the woman who mourned for him, carried their child. In time the child was born. It grew up in her arms and became a beautiful boy, wrapped in the tenderness of her care and her love.

As the boy grew older, he displayed evermore of the attributes of his father, so that the woman's love for him became the very reason for her living. She longed for no other love. Her life was fulfilled in the happiness of those years.

Then came the years of famine. The boy was twelve. A great migration began that many people undertook in the hope that they might escape the worst of the famine. She and her son were among them. One day, in the throng of the escape, her son was stolen from her side. Many children were stolen in those days, to become laborers for somebody else.

Grief-stricken to the deepest recesses of her soul, the woman refused to marry again. She had many suitors, since she was attractive as a person and still young, but her heart was too heavy with grief and fear. She feared that she would not survive another lost love. She felt it would be better not to love again, than having to bear the pain of loosing once more all that she had lived for. Instead of marrying, she made it her quest to find her lost boy.

As the years passed, however, her fading hope weakened her heart. She became more and more hateful and trusted no one. She hated especially the people who stole. Unfortunately, as the times were hard, many people resorted to stealing from one-another. Indeed, she herself had suffered hunger on several occasions when thieves had broken into her home and had stolen her living.

As time went by the villagers set up patrols to protect themselves from the thieves, nor did they deal kindly with whoever got caught. One day, the woman herself encountered a thief. She confronted the man on the spot, right in her own cottage. She screamed at him, but realized there was no one nearby to offer her help. Without wasting a moment, she confronted the man in a rage of up-welling anger, and grasped a knife and thrust it in him without thinking. It all happened in a flash of a whirlwind of uncontrollable emotions. Moments later the man lay on the floor in pain, grasping at his stomach, gasping for air, asking her for forgiveness. As she kneeled down to him she noticed a birthmark under his left ear that identified him as her son. She saw the birthmark as she lifted his head off the floor to give him a cup of water, which he had requested. The birthmark was uncommon. It was the same as that of her son. She embraced her son while he died. She knew she would have embraced him for his whole life, even as a thief. She would have cried for him, and let her love heal him. Now she could cry no more.

(a tale of our world from the novel, Roses at Dawn in and Ice Age World, Chapter 13)

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