This is the day we have been waiting for. We gather at the sound of the silent whistle. Listening for what the noisy do not hear. We look for becoming. There is a Secret we want to learn. Our fathers and mothers told us of the Secret. We are a part of the Secret yet do not understand its dimensions. The Secret is behind the clouds. Not how to live, but why. Our purpose is greater than our parts. Our role is dynamic. There is a coming together. Days of Peace, a Peacable Kingdom, are just beyond the horizon.

‘Well, today is the day; tomorrow may be too late,’ Billy B said. ‘Sunday, today we will extol the grandeur of summer and visit the State Fair,’ Billy B continued. ‘There is a solemnity after the fire,’ Billy B observed. ‘It is not the same, but we soldier on,’ Billy B remarked. ‘The Clouds are strange today; they portend change,’ Billy B explained. ‘I heard a Voice from the majestic clouds today saying, ‘You are not forgotten.’

‘The Clouds looked strange wonderful when was a teenager during World War II,’ Neva J said. ‘None of us knew what tomorrow would bring first the Great Depression then Pearl Harbor,’ Neva J mused. ‘We looked to the sky just like our ancestors for answers,’ Neva J noted. ‘Many feared the end of the world was soon to be,’ Neva J said softly. ‘Grandma A was watching the Clouds one day when a voice said, ‘Not Yet.’

‘So we wait watch ponder the truth in our hearts,’ Jane said. ‘The Secret will be revealed it is close enough to touch,’ Jane laughed. ‘The Mystery will be sovled or perhaps the Mystery is contained in a larger Mystery,’ Jane danced. ‘Who brought us here and when will they pick us up,’ Jane giggled.