This is a story about a dad and his son
A son who wanted to sail in the oceans for fun
The son pecked his dad to fulfill his dream
So his dad gave him a ship which shined as the sun’s beam
The son took his friend along in the ship for a sail
His dad threw a box in his direction and said use it when your friends fail
The son caught the box and tucked it into his pocket
He adjusted the sails and the ship soared like a rocket
The ocean was calm; his friends helped him direct the ship
They went deeper into the ocean, as the sun began taking a dip
Who would have guessed that this would get dirty?
The light had gone and the clouds came to the party
The ocean began to rumble and churn
And the son didn’t know which way to turn
The sails realized they were imperfect
And the ocean decided which way to redirect
As the ship swirled from left to right
His friend ran away, leaving him alone to fight
He remembered what his dad had told him and reached for his pocket
He opened the box and found a small docket
It said the arrow tip in the instrument show you the way
Follow it my son and you shall never sway away
He looked at the instrument showing him his direction
He hoisted the sails and was back in action
The sails put there mistakes behind
As weather grew unkind
For days the son sailed directed by his instrument
The oceans had been silenced, but he drove against the current
His friends returned back to their loyalty
And the ocean back to its serenity
he could now see the shore
and his dad smiling from the door
he got down from the ship
and climbed on to his fathers hip
what is this dad he asked? Pointing to the instrument
its your conscience he replied with a crescent J
In the above story the son represents our soul
Senses our friends, the sails our intelligence, the ship our body,
the ocean our mind and the instrument the compass our conscience which always
knows which way to go use it when your mind plays games say the dad… our lord
-the firebird
