Beyond Revelation James Hollingsworth Nov/Dec '02, 28/01/03, 25/05/03 He had a message of how to make water in the desert While all around him the people were parched for thirst, they knew no cloud But little did he know there were places where the clouds unleashed their loads in torrents And the problems they faced in those lands were how to keep dry, and they cried for the blue sky And the breeze, whispering through the sands The Horizon clear and wide, no endless realms of rain. He had a mind that was filled with perplexity and questions Saying "I could be the One, but he who thinks he's the One, is mad, or a liar, or deluded with lies" He could find no compromise But little and by little, he took to walking driven by his need to understand Wandered far, found himself in a land one misty new day Where they played a game with what he would say And all the while, clouds marching across the miles Were changing visions, and as the thunder peeled he smiled, said "What gift is there like Rain?" And what happened to him? He came round in the end, just like all the rest In time, he told his story wrapped in rhyme.