IT WAS early spring. I wiped the sweat off my forehead and went and stood in the doorway. I leaned an arm against the post, resting for a moment, and breathed deeply the smells of the town street.

The sun was baking the ground. It intensified the smell of sweet dirt, stewed trees, manure, and the aromatic scent of my house of cedar and sawdust. I exhaled. A dog barked, and I saw a group of children run by, laughing. It was midday. “Well, I'll get my water,” I thought.

“We need to plan, and we need to plan fast.”

The sun sets, golden light spreads
Across the horizon
Roses end and sway in a light wind
Their scent sifting through the
Warm summer air
The perfect night for a fairy dance

Tiny figures dart across the twilit sky
Light glitters off their translucent wings
As they gather near the tall oak tree
The Dancing Oak, they call it
A gathering place for magical dances
Music drifts through the air

I have many a subject,
Sometimes I will in vain reject,
The things that they bring up,
Until their time is up.

My first subject is very big,
But not big enough to be a pig.
To give him sensations,
Just give him equations!

Yes, this little man loves math,
One million answers and over he hath.
He won’t even stop for a snack,
When he’s in his answering shack!

My next subject I like,
If he hears “reading” he’s up like a spike!
He doesn’t appreciate reading that’s bad,
Instead it’s to him very sad.

Chapter Nine: Growing Up

Sonatas and binomials
Quadratic Concertos
Scribbled out
handwritten notes
Where's it going?

Beethoven, Bach, Liszt and Brahms
ACT and studying tons
No more guesses, I'm all undone
Where's it going?

Oh Senior year, what's the hurry
I can feel the running time
I swear I'll miss you if you go
running by

Just wait a moment now
just stop and let me see the sky

All my plans and high school dreams
fading into reality
watch it changing
I don't even know
where it's going

Chapter the Twenty-seventh

Áronyeh, the Mighty One. So begins the record of Arah’s beginning. For Arah indeed had a beginning, and one day it shall have an end. Áronyeh, the Mighty One. In the first tongue he revealed this, his name; it means “He Is.” For he indeed is; he alone has no beginning, and he shall never have an end. This is the story of the beginning, and it must begin with him who never began. Before the beginning, there was no time – and then Áronyeh spoke, and Arah began. Are not these things still known to man?

My sweet child
While you wander blind in the dark
I am there
When you cry until tears come no more
I am there
When the world is cold and you’re without a friend
I am there
When you’ve lost all you hold dear
I am there
Darling child come to Me
Let Me hold you in My arms
Don’t walk away
I am there to take you’re sins and throw them out until they’re are gone
My beloved child you are Mine
And I am yours
Come to Me
I will rescue you
While you laugh and cry I am sad and filled with joy