Posted on September 4, 2002 in Spirituality and Being
If being a prophet means that you are a person who gets in trouble for telling people what you think is the truth, then I qualify. I think I might have prayed for the gift once, back in the days when I felt that dropping to my knees and murmuring something fervent towards the source of all souls would realize something. Perhaps the asking was a mistake. Either I got the gift and all the japes, grimaces, and groans that get directed at its wielder or I fooled myself into thinking I was on to something. I don’t know. At the midpoint of life, one is hard pressed to know what one has lived for and has yet to live for; if there is even a purpose at all. If I should take up prayer again, I know to ask not only for the gift, but for the satisfaction of seeing the better of my hopes realized and the happier of my suggestions realized.
No good man or woman should die as Cassandra did. Or St. Joan.