The Ransomed Warrior
In the beginning there was the Word. It’s hard to explain because the word— in the beginning— Wasn’t so much a subject and a predicate As it was a message. It was a complete idea given to us by the Creator Because He loved us dearly. Some explain it like this: "Back then, we dwelt in the dirt And picked the fleas from our skin, And occasionally our eyes looked up at the sky Not in wonder, but more because We sensed a change in the weather. He spoke to us even then and Conveyed the message even as We combed through the hair of the one Closest to us while searching for fleas And crushing them between our nails. The message was very much like a radio signal, Pressed to our flesh. For the most part We didn’t hear it, and if we did, We didn’t know what it was, so we ignored it. Eventually—was it decades, centuries, millennia?— One of us finally heard the message. The neural-pathways re-routed themselves And the message came through, albeit in a muted way.