The Wind (Spiritist Fable)The more impact a criticism has the greater good it does by calling the a of the
indifferent. Allan Kardec
“The hurricane wished to dominate the plains, And through its impetuous claims,
Its warm breath tortures a century old Elm tree, its trunk huge, knotted and bold.
From its fecund branches – it said – it would sow And seeds would sprout, germinate and grow;
A struggle is foreseen when I look forth Full of obstacles to my great strength. The little green plumes vacillating
Before the swings of the storm, defoliating, Lost in the air, in a fast muddle.
The seeds, however, flee the trouble, Escaping the blow that sweeps away their path. And despite the odds they fixate on the earth. Against the laws of love, science, the robustness That spreads Spiritism – the tree of truthfulness,
The wind of incredulity Blows, howls, and harms incessantly.
It gives rise and grows what it intends to repress: It wants to free the germ… and helps its progress.
C. Dombre (from Marmande)
