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Heart's PledgeCompassion, patience, courage, loveHeart's Pledge by ZayTheGreat
These are what will rise above.
To make us what we’re meant to be, of wisdom and serenity.
Truth, kindness, friendship, Trust,
Work together inside of us,
To give us the strength and the ability, to help all those who we will meet
The Old Man on the Road, FinaleHe awoke to the sound of something heavy dragging on the floor, and a familiarly worn work tune being hummed lightly. “Go away.” He said in a voice of wind driven sand, “Leave on old man in peace.” He heard a giggle like a brook on summer stones,The Old Man on the Road, Finale by ZayTheGreat
“But sunlight is good for digestion silly.” Gareth pulled the covers off of him and put a plate of warm eggs on his lap.
“Gareth, what are you still doing here?” Joseph asked in disbelief.
“Just putting my learning to work.” He grunted, putting a basket of something beside the bathroom door. “Compassion, patience, courage, love.” He began
“These are what will rise above.” Joseph continued.
“To make us what we’re meant to be, of wisdom and serenity.” They finished together. Joseph slowly ate his breakfast, as Gareth stood by the window looking at the high peaks. “Have you eaten?” Joseph asked as he put his plate down.
The Old Man on the Road 3This is how it was when, on a spring day, Joseph sat beneath a tree, and Gareth stood beside him, looking at the road down the hill. “Joseph?” he asked absently.The Old Man on the Road 3 by ZayTheGreat
“Yes?” Joseph’s voice was like organ bellows.
“Why is it that in two years I have become eighteen, but you haven’t aged a day?”
Joseph sighed. “I suppose now is as good or bad as any time.” He said. Gareth was about to ask what he meant, but noticed the distance in Joseph’s eyes and so kept quiet. “I strive to help others whenever I can, because,” he paused “I cannot help myself.” He looked to the clouds and began a story. “Many years ago, I was a lad like you, just on the edge of adulthood, I had been with the man of my dreams for a good time, or so I thought. But looking back at it, I was lying to myself, and everyone I knew. He was abusive, rude, and had the sweetest way of apologizing. Well, I had come to realize, with much help