The geese stand languidly by the pond. The cool spring breeze is inviting deep thoughts. Home grows richer as the years go by. The Story is progressing. We are inside the narrative. Other creations will read our Story and marvel.

What compels us? How do we dig into the depths of our souls for answers? What is love, and how is the flame ignited?

The rich and powerful enjoy seeing their name on buildings. They seek a way to be remembered after they are gone. People who have contributed much to an organization through their good works are replaced by names of those who have money. The Story continues.

‘I have been here by the Theatre for two weeks sleeping under the awning and begging for pennies to buy some bread,’ the Homeless Girl said. ‘Most folks pass me by and many do not see me,’ HG continued. ‘I found a blanket in the dumpster that I put over my head when it rains,’ HG smiled weakly. ‘I heard about a Preacher who cared for the homeless and sick, but I have not seen him on Broadway,’ HG commented.

‘Come with me, dear, and I will buy you a meal and take you to a home in the woods where the Preacher is gathering those who want to hear his message,’ Mary said. Preacher is currently away and warns of a big change coming,’ Mary said. ‘His followers are continuing his ministry in his absence,’ Mary said. ‘The poor and forgotten love him and his words of hope, but the rich and powerful fear his message of love,’ Mary explained.

‘Hope deferred maketh the heart sick but when the desire cometh it is a tree of life’…

‘There was a rich man who had more than he needed of everything and a poor man who had a single ewe lamb,’ Nathan said. ‘The rich man steals the ewe lamb from the poor man to feed his guest,’ Nathan continues. ‘The President is engaged and demands the rich man be punished,’ Nathan continues. ‘You are the rich man,’ Nathan tells the President…