Writer's Block: Father Nature
Jun. 21st, 2010 01:22 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
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When I was first brought into being, before Time was a concept, even before the Silver City existed, I could feel my Father. I could sense His Presence as a flame within me, and the sensation of being safe, warm and loved. And I opened my eyes and gazed upon His visage for the first time. He Named me and I knew my Purpose, my function, and I knew that I would do whatever He wished. If He wished me to do nothing, I would not have minded; at that moment I knew I would serve Him as best I could.
This is my earliest memory of all, not just of Him, and perhaps my most cherished one.
When I was first brought into being, before Time was a concept, even before the Silver City existed, I could feel my Father. I could sense His Presence as a flame within me, and the sensation of being safe, warm and loved. And I opened my eyes and gazed upon His visage for the first time. He Named me and I knew my Purpose, my function, and I knew that I would do whatever He wished. If He wished me to do nothing, I would not have minded; at that moment I knew I would serve Him as best I could.
This is my earliest memory of all, not just of Him, and perhaps my most cherished one.
