It seemed for a while that this man was no longer an alien in this place.

The wild places had remembered him, taken him back as their own.

And in the dark earth, a flower found itself again, and pushed out into the daylight at the mans feet.

He lay down and looked at this wonder. It held him in the spell of its delicate beauty.

He dreamed again of this new beginning. This new springtime.

Is it now father? Is now our time?

Huge drops of rain pound at the dust. The air is as sweet and ripe as a red grape.

Dust turns to dirt, and dirt becomes soil.

And the water finds out the dry stream beds.

Pushing into cracks and parched ground. Seeking out the seeds long left behind.

Opening again those forgotten kernels of truth and life and letting them become again what they once came from.

Falling on his head. Running down his beard.

Anointing .

Baptising.

Bathing and soothing.

That night he stood alone before the moon. Listening again for the voice.

Straining again for the call.

His face shone with the reflected light. Sun to moon. Moon to face. And he started to hope again.

Now is your time my son.

In you are my hopes, my dreams.

In you is everything I am.

In you is all my love, all my mercy, all my grace.

Now is your time…and mine.

He danced down valleys and over stream beds. He danced the day long…

A dance for the hungry and the thirsty

A dance for the broken and hurting

A dance for the widows and the fatherless

A dance for the lonely and the betrayed

A dance for the poor in spirit and the captives of the night

A dance for the down cast and without hope

A dance for the dying and for those in grief

A dance for the sufferers that brings hope and relief

A dance of for grace and love and mercy

A freedom dance…

For all mankind

And as he danced he drove back the black birds of death and war and profiteering and slavery.

Hate and evil took to flight.

The day belonged to…

This dancer

And the Dance

And the joy in his heart could not stay still. It found its way to his feet and he began to dance!

His sandals beat the dust and his clothes cracked the air about him.

How he danced!

At his lowest point, a blessing fell at his feet.

A sound brought him to some rocks, and he peered over into the shade and saw foxes at play. The cubs left their lair and tripped over each other, nipping ears and licking fur, oblivious to his presence, at one with all things.

And the pure joy of the moment found its way into the very centre of him. It lit up his soul.

Desert became paradise.

Father came to Son.