“Good brother, you have the glade and the rocky height in your
Then Pan gave the reeds to Jesus and said:
“You play now. It is your turn.”
And Jesus said:
“These reeds are too many for my mouth. I have this flute.”
And He took His flute and He played.
And I heard the sound of rain in the leaves, and the singing of streams among the hills, and the falling of snow on the mountaintop.
The pulse of my heart, that had once beaten with the wind, was restored again to the wind, and all the waves of my yesterdays were upon my shore, and I was again Sarkis the shepherd, and