The world keeps on turnin' ....

     I had a dream last night about a memory of my da on earth in my dream he told me I was destined for better things then the convent and that I was much to pretty to go to seminary school and later to devote my life to serving a God he never believed in. That was the night I was taken. I was still wearing the silken gown my mother had made me for that graduation party when I awoke on the side of a mountain in the arms of a rather large brutish man, my arms bound behind my back with binding fiber. I suppose my Da was right. I was destined for different albiet not nessesarily better things. I served and believed in a God I could not see. I loved him blindly like a fool. I was a fool for God. Now soo many years later I am like that for my former Master Tarm of Ar. I worshipped him like a God. I followed all of his rules to secure my salvation and my place in his heaven. I have not seen him in soo long. I feel like I am back on earth serving my God. I remember a verse from my bible. It was the Book of John 5:23. It said.. " all men shall honor the Son just as they Honor the Father. He whom does not honor the Son does not honor the father who has sent Him." I feel that way about Tarm. If I serve those who are not him with his honor in mind then all of those years in his collar and all the money he spent training me is not in vain. I miss him. I hear he is going to be companioned again. I wish him, and his woman luck. If only I could see him. He is like my ever faithful and distance God on earth. I wonder if men will right books about him when he dies like they did for Jesus...