The Scribe and Infinite Wisdom

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Abstract

“Where, then?” I mouthed as disbelief rose.“Why, in the still night, my friend, under the moon. And upon the soft petal that drips with morning dew. In the wind that rustles the leaves of the giant oak, and, always, in your heart.”“But I can’t see or hear it.” I choked with disappointment.The sage sighed. “Which eyes and ears do you use when you seek your purpose?”I faulted, shuffling on loose earth.“Well, I use the only eyes and ears with which I am blessed,” was my slow reply.“Aha! There lies the challenge,” he said, chuckling with ge # Options ntle tones from a smooth, deep voice.“Those are the tools of the body. You must use the eyes and ears of the spirit to see and hear. When you do, you’ll understand everything.”Bridget Webber writes articles for magazines and websites; she often ghostwrites for professionals who can’t spare the time to pen compositions. She’s written poetry eBooks and is featured in several leading publications.Don’t want to miss new stories? <a href="https://bridgetwebber.medium.com/membership">Click here</a> to join Medium. Your membership fee directly supports Bridget Webber and other writers you read. You’ll also get full access to every story on Medium.</article></body>

A short story

The scribe toiled night and day, uncovering mysteries of the soul with a quick wit and divine wisdom, his pages tarnished yellow and curled at each edge.

“Where will I find life’s meaning?” I asked with an intake of breath, poised.

“It seems,“ he whispered, “the answers do not hide from you. They are in plain view.”

“Where, then?” I mouthed as disbelief rose.

“Why, in the still night, my friend, under the moon. And upon the soft petal that drips with morning dew. In the wind that rustles the leaves of the giant oak, and, always, in your heart.”

“But I can’t see or hear it.” I choked with disappointment.

The sage sighed. “Which eyes and ears do you use when you seek your purpose?”

I faulted, shuffling on loose earth.

“Well, I use the only eyes and ears with which I am blessed,” was my slow reply.

“Aha! There lies the challenge,” he said, chuckling with gentle tones from a smooth, deep voice.

“Those are the tools of the body. You must use the eyes and ears of the spirit to see and hear. When you do, you’ll understand everything.”

Bridget Webber writes articles for magazines and websites; she often ghostwrites for professionals who can’t spare the time to pen compositions. She’s written poetry eBooks and is featured in several leading publications.

Don’t want to miss new stories? Click here to join Medium. Your membership fee directly supports Bridget Webber and other writers you read. You’ll also get full access to every story on Medium.