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We are in the midst
of a flood. The water is not quite
up to our knees, yet we are moving as if on a given route.
We realize that we are nearing the edge of the flood,
and
we start to meet people just entering
the water. They
are very apprehensive. We reassure
them that we've
been through it safely and that they should have courage.
As we reach dry ground, we can see a troop moving in the
direction of the flood. The leader is pleased by our report
of the trip through the flood waters and
he says he will
lead the troop through. But he asks us to see to the needs
of the young herd. He points to
the right of his route,
saying that the newborns can be herded into shelter at the
edge of the field. I am counting the young herd, and while
the leader says there are 50 altogether, I can see only
48
in the group. In looking further, I see two
more drinking
from the stream that borders the pasture. I realize
that I
am looking at a map of the
United States.
(E.B., South
River, New Jersey, April 8, 1975)
I am on the mighty ship, the
U.S.S. "Constitution,"
sailing upon a vast, unending
ocean. Suddenly I find
myself swimming for my life in
the midst of a terrible
tempest, trying to get back to the "Constitution,"
which
is sailing sturdily onward.
(
F. H., Brookline,
Massachusetts, no date)
I see the many spiritual seekers, young and old, in our
country. We are all turned towards Washington,
like the
rays of a star turned towards its center.
We have bright
and hopeful expressions on our faces,
and I have the
sense of untapped potential.
( K. V. B., Spencer, West
Virginia, no date)
It is night and unusually dark. Church
bells begin to
ring and people start pouring out of the churches
into the
streets. They are carrying
torches. Soon masses of
people are thronging down the
streets, but somehow
walking in a very orderly
fashion. The faces are
illuminated from the flickering torches
and everyone is
singing "The Battle Hymn of the Republic."
There is an
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