APOCALYPSE

PART I: Evening

The dream quickly vanished as he began to fall forward. As he did, he caught himself, and remained upright on the limb. His mate however was not so fortunate; she awoke abruptly as she began to sense she was falling. She was, unfortunately, too late. Her claws clung desperately to the branch, but like a sling in the hands of a shepherd, she swung around the branch twice, and losing all semblence of grip on the thin limb, plummeted earthward. He squeaked fearfully, and dove, wide eyes scanning with panic for something to break her fall.

She was terrified. No instinct told her to flap her delicate wings, no voice urged her subconscious into decoding the greatest art known to fowl: fly. No feeling that she should in any way do anything, there was just: falling. The earth flew towards her, yet she could do nothing. Wings pinned with fear, she fell.

He cringed at the sight of his mate falling. "He Who Is!" he cried, "Do not let this be!" He loved her, and nothing would hurt her, not himself, not Black-things, not other doves; not death. She was inches from striking the ground, wet with morning dew. He mustered all the strength
in his body, and swooped, putting his small but soft form between hers and the
earth.

Pain wrenched through him, but all he could say or think was, "Arwyn. 'You Who Are', let her be alive, as well as I .... "

Arwyn, his mate, shook herself, to clear herself of memory, as well as the effects, of the fall. Her beak shone in the moonlight, as it nudged his ribs gently, "Jauqyer?"

He sighed deeply. They were safe. Wait, the dream (Numbers 12:6). It plagued his thoughts, clouded his mind so that he could think of nothing else, not even, no, not even Arwyn.

This went on for several days. He spent long afternoons flying through meadows aimlessly, watching cattle run from their human drivers, and wild unicorns grazing in patches of elderberry. Little did Jauqyer know, howevex, that Arwyn was also troubled by the dream they had shared.

She did not know that he had dreampt, neither he, she. He knew that it meant something, and that he would have to search for it. Thus, as Jauqyer flew the meadows, looking for the answer, his wife did likewise (Job 11:7).

They met. About sundown, it was, and she was tired, rather irratable, but he was anxious. Nervous; for the dream came nightly with all the vividness of the first night. It was troubling.

He was the first to speak, "I am deeply plagued, whitest one. It has been ..."

She softened, "It has been trying. Yes, I, too have dreampt. I am sorry for not sharing it with you earlier.."

"We both are guilty."

"But the dream..."

"Ah, the man thing."

"Perhaps it is not of man, perhaps it is good."

"Do not our laws teach us that men are evil?" (Romans 3:10).

They were interrupted by a voice behind them, it was rough, low pitched, hard. It belonged to Runwyer, the watcher, bringer of news. "What is this talk of evil and good. These things are not, but descriptions come only in what is, not as they should or should not be, pair. I, too, have dreampt. Your dreams are mine. I have searched long and far for others who have gotten the call of the Great Wilderness. It is within ourselves. By thinking nothing and meditating on the name of a Black-Thing, can we find the meaning of the dream..." (Proverbs 6:19).

"Fine, Jakker, seek forever the meaning, for it will drive you to insanity. You might even choose one day that it might be fun to breath the very dew on the grass ... I'll give you one more chance. I can show you how... "

Jauqyer spat blood (Romans 12:16), staining Runwyer's pure white coat.

"You'll be sorry, Jakker. You've not heard the end of me." He blended with the shadows, and was gone.

A shiver ran through Arwyn, "Jauqyer, come, let us go from here."

"Yes, whitest one, I wish to go." He flapped twice and was airborne, as was his wife.

They flew through the darkness, almost recklessly, searching for the meaning of their dreams. it was long before they became tired. Jauqyer perched high atop a tall, strong dogwood. The slight wind ruffled his feathers, and the rising sun gave his breast a pink glow. His mate was subordinate, knowing he was deeply troubled, not wishing to interrupt his train of thought. She, in her frustration, shed a minute tear, which evaporated as it struck the cool but dry air blowing around them.

"What was that?"

"Jauqyer?"

"A noise, you did not hear it?" She shook her heard, no. He turned his head so that his hidden ear might have a chance to hear it better. And it came:

A soft moaning, barely audible. Arwyn ruffled some leaves before her with her beak, to compare sounds. No, she decided, it was not the tree. It moaned again.

He spread his wings, and swooped down to follow the noise. She swallowed deeply her emotion, the will to stop, to go home, to give up, and followed him. He flew under brush, around succulents and cacti that he would dare not even near in a more sober state, but the frustration and pain in his heart.intcrxicated him, dulling his senses, driving him onward.

"Heeee, oh, oh, 'He Who Is', Oh..." The painful cries of the moaner (Isaiah 59:11) filled the mind of Jauqyer, at times eluding his desperate mate, trying to keep sight of him. His wings fluttered, and he came to rest on a clear stretch of ground, near a huddled form. Jauqyer backed away
suddenly, fearing it. Arwyn almost colided with him on her decent, so tired was she. Panting heavily, white breast-heaving, she asked of t'he awkward look on his face. Jauqyer stood a minute, then spoke quietly attempting to appear calm.

"A ... a blemished one." He gasped.

She peered around a cactus at the huddled form.

"But Jauqyer, he's crying! Why should we not comfort him?"

"Why should we? He is an outcast! A blemished one! One that is not pure!"

"And, Jauqyer, are you?" Her question stunned him, to the point of tears. Only she knew of the spot. His spot. Dark gray it was, under his right leg. If it had been detected, he would have been exiled, but she loved him, and would go with him if he were.

"Alas, Whitest One, you are right." Something clogged his throat, and tried to push itl(s)way upwards, through his eyes, but he resisted. She nuzzled him gently.

"Come, comfort your brother." They approached the sobbing figure cautiously, not wanting to frighten it. The dove was gagging.

"'You Who Are', be it that I should die, rather than to exist where I am shunned. I cannot abide with even my own flock.... !" Jauqyer ventured, "Brother..." (1 Thessalonians 4:18).

The stranger on the ground, turned sharply and hissed through a bill red with fury, "Leave me, don't you know I am outcasted? (Lev. 13:44-45). Cast your stones, empty your juices from your bill onto me, taunt with your names, and begone! But if you please, kill me, kill me .... oh," His voice was "lost in tears which stained the ground like the familiar morning dew."

Jauqyer looked pained, "Arwyn, there is nothing we can do, he has--"

'--dispaired." They stood watching, not moving. They would not leave, despite their helplessness. Jauqyer raised his wings to the now full morning sky, and cried loudly, "Show us what you will, 'You Who Are' ..."

There was a sharp cracking sound and a rush of wind across the forest floor. The doves turned instantly to see what could have caused the peculiar change in weather. Before them stood an eagle (Deut. 32:11), large as the sky itself, calm as the summer mornings. It's eyes twinkled with a love lost even to this young world. This eagle wasn't a stranger to this planet, nor any other. It's wings
were folded neatly at his side, and his beak curled into a slight smile. He did not speak.

Jauqyer did not know why he did not run for cover, there was just something, well, different about this bird, unlike others of it's kind, "Who are you?"

The bird did not answer, instead, he walked to where the Outcasted one lay. The blemished dove struggled to stand upright, walked few steps, and threw himself at the feet of the Eagle. The dove reached forth a wing to the Great Bird, who stood motionless. At last he spoke, "You are young, your faith has made you so, you are chosen, as these are." He said, pointing to Jauqyer and Arwyn, "Now arise, death will come not to you, for I choose it not to be, but you have chosen the time for this event, it was of your choosing, and I have come, and I shall never leave. Arise, for you are pure, walk, for your down is white." Taking him by the wing, the Eagle helped him to stand, and a purest white dove, shining with all of the radiance of the Eagle, stood before Jauqyer and Arwyn (Mat 8:2-3). She gasped, and took a step back. He asked again his question, "Who are you?"

The Eagle, this time, replied, "I Am That I Am" (Ex 3:14).

Jauqyer flung himself before the Great Bird, revealing his blemish, "I, too, wish to be pure, as is my wife, and only you can make me so!"

"Arise, you have chosen this time, as must all, lest they perish, it is your time indeed." Jauqyer stood, shining bright as the sun in winter, illuminating the immediate landscape with his brilliance, but the brilliance was not truely his, but that of the Eagle who gave it (Ps 119:9-10).

"Arwyn, I am clean I am like you!"

Arwyn suddenly burst into tears and turned, fleeing into the brush. She flew into a sycamore, and lit there, alone.

Morning does not last, and soon became evening. She was there, tears long used up. She looked at the coat she had always worn, it was always so white, so perfect, but now she saw it as it really was for the first time. It was not white, but smudged with black, black as the very things she
feared. It was permanent, and no matter what she did, it would not come off. Dew would not do it, rubbing was worthless, tears only smeared it (John 15:22). She lifted her head to the sky and let forth a long cry, thick with anguish and self-pity. She could not face Jauqyer, the only one she cared to live for. A voice distrubed her.

"Arwyn, child, I Am."

She turned and buried her head in the Eagle's breast, sobbing as she had not done since chickhood.

"Your feathers?" She nodded.

"C-c-could y-you ... ?"

"What do you think, can I?" His voice was stern but love filled ever word.

She lifted her head, and, looking into his eyes, nodded, "Yes ... Yes!" there was a blinding flash, and she stood forth, shining as the Eagle himself. Jauqyer flew by, and she gave the Eagle a quick nuzzle, and flew swiftly after her mate, who flew 'round her joyfully, like a human child let out to play after a sickness (Rom 15:13).

Suddenly, Jauqyer turned quickly midflight, and motioned his mate to follow. She caught up to him and, with all of her excitement intact, asked why the abrupt change in flight pattern.

"Don't you see? He Who Is can show us what our dreams mean. If he can do all of this," He said, referring to his recent cleansing, "Then He can do anything! (Ps 51:6-12).

She squawked with glee at the thought that their quest might be at an end.

Jauqyer circled swiftly, and, thrashing twice to gain speed, rushed towards the sycamore where he hoped the Eagle still stood. Doubts entered his mind: What if that was the last he would see of him? What if his coat would again stain? Would it be too late to find the meaning of the dreams? Fear and panic drove him at a still greater speed, his mate tiring quickly trying to follow. Jauqyer was relieved to find the Great Bird still perched on the tree, he collapsed on the branch. He Who Is spoke, "Why did you rush, so?"

"For fear that you have left."

"Fear not, for you see, I am everywhere" (Rev. 10:6). The animal form vanished, and the blue sky became nothing but an image of the Great Bird, an image seen only to the two doves. Jauqyer shrunk back in terror.

"Fear not, Jauqyer, for you are now my son."

"Who .... who are you..."

"I Am That I Am." A peace swept over Jauqyer. "You see, son, I am everywhere, there is no place that you can possibly go, or run to, where I am not. I have lived forever, and always will" (John 8:58; Rev 1:8).

"My coat....what do I do when it becomes black?"

"Don't worry, I know that black-things can penetrate your will, and will stain you, but look:" Through the eye of the image which filled the horizons Jauqyer saw a black bundle of greater size that he had ever see, moving through the stars so fast that the reference-point had to be changed every few seconds just to keep up with it (Ps 103:12). "Children, I came to your world once,
as one of you, I know the limitations of your will, and the Black-Things are also at my command--they will not bestow upon you anything greater than you may bear (1 Cor 10:13). Trust, I am within you, and you are perfect. All of your stains are there, swiftly moving away, never to return. It makes me sad to think that there are so many that refuse to allow removal, who carry them all of their lives, and then must suffer with them forever. It is not so with you,
doves, The Great Wilderness is yours" (Jn 14:2).

Jauqyer puffed his chest and cried openly tears of joy, which would not cease, no shame was his, for there no longer was anything to be ashamed of.

PART II: MORNING BREAKS

It was nearly 100 years ago that the old man had received the Message, and nearly that long since he had heard it again. His name was, in his ancient tongue, Noach, which meant, ironically, 'rest', of which he had had none ever since he had begun his work. His work? That of building a Itebah'. His God, Yehovah had spoken to him, instructing him on how it was to be built, its measurements and occupants (original Hebrew names are being used).

Noach's family, and two of every animal, fourteen of every animal used for a sacrifice. For all of these years, his sons had helped him, awaiting the day when Yehovah had described it as 'dew from the sky'. His neighbors laughed at this, and said crude things about his family and for not having a god in his house. Noach was an ungodly man in their eyes, but they were the ones who were ungodly, not only in his eyes, but in Yehovah's eyes also (Gen 6:12).

The old man wiped the sweat from his brow and sighed, happily, for the tebah was finally taking shape. No longer was it a mass of supported beams, it was a real tebah. Noach had only seen them when he had gone to the coastal areas as a child, but there where he now lived, was nothing but desert. "Father," yelled Shem with great effort, "Help me!" Noach looked up to find his son balancing precairiously on a shallow beam, trying to lift another, which was too heavy for him, as was plain to see. Shem's brothers, Ham and Japeth rushed to his aid, but even their combined efforts could not lift the beam into position, so, dejected, they all sat back on the shallow beam, swinging their legs, wondering how to lift it. Noach, thought with them, not even slightly irritated at being distracted from his work, which was to gather two of every kind of beast on the earth, and fourteen of every fowl. He would have no problem, for Yehovah (which means "I am that I Am"), was sending them already. Noach could see them gathering around his house, they would come to watch ' and then go, probably to find food, he had deduced. As they pondered for an answer, they heard a giggly snort from behind. Noach got up from his seat by the saw, and, walking around to the other side of the tebah saw a unicorn laughing in it's own snortish way. Now, as we today are not familiar with unicorns (and the reason for this comes out later in the story) you would not know that unicorns make no noise when they laugh, and if they did, then they would be laughing very hard indeed. Noach watched as the unicorn caught it's breath, and then said to it, "Pray, unicorn, what is your name, your business and you disposition?"

The beast waved it's horn in the air, (for they are very conceited) and replied, "The name is Katlink, the business is on a dream that I was givin, and the humor is how terribly weak you humans are." At this be broke out again in uncontrolled fits of snorts. At the time when unicorns lived, they were the strongest, mightiest beasts Yehovah had yet created, rivaled only by the ox (Num 23:22; "unicorn is also "wild ox" in some translations). It was also the most beautiful and striking to the eye. It is impossible to say that it was the most beautiful creature alive, for in Yehovah's creation no being is more beautiful to the heart than any other.

Noach stroked his beard thoughtfully, "Well, then, good beast, would you kindly show us that you are any better at it?" Noach was not dumb, he knew that the unicorns were a conceited race and played upon this, for a unicorn would not give up a chance to demonstrate how well he can be dazzkling to the eye and also perform great feats of strength. Prancing proudly, he made his way to the other side of the tebah, and, once there rebuked the brothers, "Idiots! You can't lift a beam, while standing on one yourself! Watch," and as he said this, the white beast skewered along with his horn, and, using this to lift, placed the beam in it's proper position (Mt 7:5).

"0y''" shouted Ham, "I never knew that you were also good at balancing!"

"There is a lot you don't know about us." The Unicorn cocked his head and smirked with the look of supreme superiority.

Noach, still rubbing his beard realized that there may be some advantages to having a unicorn around constantly, until they all went up into the tebah, there he could also be of some help. "Katlink, how would you like to earn your keep?"

The unicorn raised it's head distrustingly, "How?"

"By doing the very things you have just done. After all with your superior muscle, and intelligence (which wasn't true), we would finish much sooner, not only that, there would be ephahsi of elderberries waiting for you." Noach watched as the saliva dripped from the unicorn's mouth and rolled off of his short beard.

"A whole letech of berries" (Approx. 16 pecks. 5 ephans= 1 letech.) It's eyes danced and it readily agreed. And thusly it went, every day, Katlink would help with the tasks, and would be rewarded every night with elderberries from Noach's fields.

And the animals continued to pour in.

"Well," said the turtle, adjusting his ascot, "It seems to me that the whole thing is a , well, for lack of a better word, freak. A coincincidence."

"Surly you can't believe that!"

Retorted the owl, ruffling his neck feathers. "It's just too odd."

The others redily agreed, "Too odd, too odd..." they.chanted. The Others were, in fact, all animals, except for Japeth's son, Gomer, who hadn't said anything since the debate began. The beasts consisted of a turtle, two owls, Katlink, the unicorn, an otter, a dog and two doves.

The dog, who was nervously twisting a signept ring on his toe, barked intelligently, "At my master's home, we have a saying, 'Live and let live.'

"No one is keeping you here, Yerdin, you may leave as you like."

The owl scowled'at the canine. IfIt seems to me that the whole thing boils down to the meaning of the word 'geshem'. If we can comprehend this, then we will have our answer."

Katlink cleared his throat, "Old Man Noach seems to think that it is dew from the sky."

"Old Man Noach is a fool," remarked the other owl, "I believe it is a kind of a plague designed to wipe out one sort of beast or another."

"Yes, buf why should that concern all of us? (more tea, Turtle?) I should think that it would have something to do with a new form of plant life," deduced the first owl.

"Or how about a never before marked constillation."

"Stars? Heavens, no. It has something to do with the trade market industry."

And so it went: for hours at a time, the group, give or take a few members, argued and debated about the meaning of dreams and the word 'geshem,' For days it continued, until turtle finally decided that a 'geshem' was:

"A big hairy three-toed biped that ate cicti and dogs for breakfast!" His face screwed into such a position that everyone roared with laugter, except for Yerdin, who went to hide, believing Turtle completely. The bad part was that Turtle also believed it.

Just as the roaring died down, Turtle being completely humiliatd, Gomer stood up and spoke for the first time: "I think you're all nuts!" The desert was silent.

"Number one, I don't like what you've been saying about my grandather, or about his Itebah'. And I also don't like how you've twisted Yehovah's words about, and made them into foolery. I don't know about the dreams you've had, but I do know that 'geshem' is real, it's coming, and my grandfather is making a way out of it for you! You've been lucky enough to have been warned and to be here, and now you bicker like a hall full of higher educated asses while the rest of the work is to be done!"

Jauqyer, for the first time since the preceedings began, spoke, "The dreams (Acts 2:17), Gomer, son of Japeth, I know their meanings."

"And how would you know, foul?" Cold was the stare of the Unicorn.

"'He Who Is' told me." A gasp was heard all about the sands.

"G 'Geshem', continued Jauqyer, "Is indeed dew from the sky. It will fall in torrents, covering the Earth, killing all of the wicked beasts and humans. I don't doubt that you should be left behind. But, Yehovah does the choosing, and I will stay, and go into this Itebah', with you, Gomer and will love everybody else who goes as myself and my wife (Mark 12:31). The time grows nearer
than you think, throw away all your ideas, listen to the truth!--" (II Tim 3:7). He was interrupted by taunting shouts of the villagers, something was happening.

The doves flew to the top of a dogwood to see what was going on. The procession had begun, the Itebah' was being loaded. Winking to his wife, and signaling her to follow, Jauqyer raced towards the opening, and flew inside, where they found, high in the ceiling, a hallow, chipped out of the wood just for the birds' nesting places. As he looked around he saw many of them. The doves chose one, and sat back to watch.

Soon, all the animals that would come freely were there. Arwyn even pointed out that in a hollow on the other side of the Itebahl was the dove they had met on their travels, the 'blemished one' who was also chosen.

Mocking phrases filled the air (Job 12:4). Hostile, most obscene, the words of men caused unrest among the animals. They shivered at night from the cold of the desert plains, and shook with fear in the daytime; and the cursing continued...

It was the 7th day since they had entered the lark, and they were becoming well settled in. Most of the animals were in twos, some, with families or friends, came in threes (but these were too few to mention in the ancient works. Noach had said that this day would be the turning point, it was this day that Yehovah would make himself known to all; his power, his strength, his glory: his wrath (Is 13:18). Great shadows loomed in the sky. A feeling of impending doom filled the first part of the day. Noach and his sons were busy promting the others and people to come. Noach stood on the bow of the Itebah,' and shouted to the people, "Come, before it is too late!" He motioned to the gangplank earnestly, but all merely mocked him.

Outside the door, stood Ham, pleading with Katlink to come, but the Unicorn replied, "Yehovah has seen the good things that I've done for you I don't need to spend the rest of my life being shunned as the only unicorn to shame his race by believing a madman" (Acts 15:18; Gal 5:19-21).

"'But the dream!" shouted Ham, but the Unicorn had walked away. Ham hung his head and went inside.

Just then, Arwyn's head pricked up, "Jauqyer, look! The Otter at the meetings! I thought he was coming! I've got to go talk--"

"You'll stay right here, whitest one. There are already two otters on board."

"But Jauqyer!"

"No!" He shouted, but it was too late, for she had flown through the door before he could catch her. She flew swiftly to where the otter was sitting, dazed by the spectacle of it all.

"Come, Otter, I beg of You!"

"No," he said, "No, it isn't really happening."

"Otter!" Just then, the pleading of the men stopped (but not the taunting). All that were going, stepped inside, and a hand materialized as if from nowhere. The door to the Itebah' sealed tightly, and the looming shadows cracked, and dew fell.

In great torrents it came, covering the valley almost instantly. The people screamed, and some ran for cover, others beat upon the Itebah,' begging to be let in, but the door would not be opened (Is 11:4-9). "Come, Otter, please!' The otter stared into space, tongue licking the water running down his face and blinding his eyes:

"It's not real, this is not happening, it's not real, this is not happening..."

"Arwyn!" Jauqyer shouted from the tebah. He started to go after her when a voice from below spoke:

"It's no good, Jauqyer, she's gone." Jauqyer saw a lamb looking up into his eyes, and yet it was not just a lamb, but it was The Lamb. The one whom he had seen in the fullness of the sky, whom he had spoken to as an eagle, whose hand he had seen close the door: Yehoveh, "I Am That I Am".

"You Who Are"? What do you mean, She is gone?--"

"The rain is so hard, she will not make it back."

Jauqyer watched as she beat her wings against the torrents, but in vain, for it drove her down, and she never again rose, not at least in her mortal state.

Jauqyer felt a hammer hit his heart, he pounded his head against the straw nesting, and screamed. And he screamed such a way that it blended well with the,which was heard outside.

"You Who Are!" He wailed, "She is my everything, my heart, my hopes, my love .... my life--" The rest of the words were hidden somewhere in his choking.

The lamb replied softly, but have I not given you new life?"

The dove tried to mourn, but the tears would come no more, the heart again heard no sorrow. and yet he still knew that he had lost her. "I loved her too much." He said, unshaken. ,

"No, son, you loved her, and do ... and will."

"Will?"

"Jauqyer," The Lamb laughed, "Do you honestly think that this is it?

It is the dawning of a new age, today is death and destruction, tomorrow is a new life that I have given you, and Arqyn. At this moment she sings my praise in my home, soon, you will again hear her valiant voice in song, and you will sing with her. You are my people. You are mine, and
I will never, ever let you go" (Is 51:11).

The dove's tears were gone, for he now felt only joy, and awaited the day eagerly, when he would go to a new home that would last forever.He went to sleep to the sound of a thousand men dying, slowly, each one holding until he could breath no more, children drowned. In the cradle of their dead parents upreached arms.

It was long before the only wailing was tnat of the wind through the portholes (Rev 18:19-20).

He flew swiftly over the great waves which now covered only the majority of the earth, the mountaintops were still quite visible, and growing more so. The feeling of freedom, of the blue sky and unlimited flight struck him with awe and wonder, he marveling the sunshine, and kissed the wind for its cool freshness. He knew that he had been sent from the Itebah, for something, but he was puzzled as to what. It had been once before that he had been let out, but he had then found no place to light, but now there was plenty of space. "You Who Are", what should I do?"

The Eagle shone brighter than the sunlight as he caught up with Jauqyer, "Look around you, white one, do you see any trees?"

Jauqyer scanned intensly, "No, not--wait! There, an olive tree!" He swooped down to it eagerly, the eagle was already perched. The dove sat quietly beside his master, looking out over the surface of a new earth. "I've never seen so much dew." He whispered.

"What do you think of 'geshem?"

"I like it, though I think you can over do it."

The Eagle roared at this, laughing with great intensity. I plan to tell Noach that I'll never do this agian, not with 'geshem again'. 'Still, I think I'll keep it."

The sun was setting swiftly, and the orange reflected off of the water onto Jauqyer's white coat. Neither of them noticed the orange tear of joy which fell off of his breast and joined with an orange sea.

The eagle spoke to the dove slowly and loveingly, "Once you carry a twig from this tree back to Noach, and once he has released you and your kind, as well as most chosen animals from the ark, you will never more be at his bidding. He is man and you are beast. The new world for him is hard, but your kind has suffered enough. Men were to be the jewel in my crown of creation, but they have left me, and fallen. Your transgressions are no longer held accountable for, since I was an animal and was punished in your place. You will, and will forever be separate from man. No longer will you converse or work willingly side-by-side. He will pretend to be your master, but keep your eyes on me. For this, Jauqyer, is the new Earth, and a new sky. Your place is with me, living in my love and my love living in you. I will wipe away your tears from your eyes, and there
shall be no more sorrow, or crying, or pain. For the animals that is gone forever" (Rev. 21:3-4).

Th,e last streak of orange light turned to red and disappeared, leaving the animal and his maker, Yehovah, the One Who Is, whispering in the dark awaiting the dawn of a new day ........