The Silver One sat at the edge of the reflection pond
watching. He was glad to have a rare quiet moment
where he could look in on the other half of his heart -
the Caring One - and simply watch. "Ah, Daddy, we do
make a good team" he thought. Yes, it had been a long
journey thus far - and at times hard - but the Caring One
seemed to know - to be able to see into the very heart
of others. "Yes, we are a good team. You guide their hearts
to find the winds of Peace and I gather their soul mates and
loves and help them to reach back and offer comfort." The
Silver One had, since his arrival, acted as greeter even
though it was never asked of him. He remained near the
reflecting pond that showed those who gazed upon her
waters reflections of other places as all new ones arrived
seemed to arrive in this area. At first he remained here in
silent vigil because this was where he himself had arrived.
He had heard a familiar yet new sound here that had drawn
him to the pond, and upon gazing into her mirror-like waters
had been shocked to see him there, the Caring One - Daddy.
It had been Daddy he had heard - and the sound he had heard,
at once familiar yet new was the sound of his crying. At first
he stayed so he could watch over Daddy. As time passed he
began trying to help others as they arrived new and a bit
confused and he found this seemed to be what he was
meant to do - perhaps why he had arrived here so young.
He began to wonder, "Perhaps I can reach back to Daddy,
guide him to help the new one's parents who hurt so.
Perhaps this is what was meant to be, that we should be
a team to bridge the divide." The Silver One began to try
to find a way, he had been able to visit and even leave
small signs but to work as one on both sides of the divide
would require more - both would need to be to some small
degree on both sides.
"How can we both be on both sides?", the Silver One
had pondered, "And how do I let Daddy know?" Now
between new arrivals he studied, every small word he
heard, every feeling he felt from the new ones. He studied
those he could in the mirror like reflecting pond. He
began to listen not just to Daddy's voice on the winds - he
listened also to He Who Holds The Winds in His Hand.
Slowly the words formed, 'Two hearts that are as one
- yet mirrors each of the other - two hearts and yet a
single heartbeat.' Nineteen words that made sense as a
sentence, yet he could not see what they could mean for
him for they were an impossibility. "We were as close
as were we joined before I left - yet even then we were
distinct - separate. How can we be more separated by
the divide?"
"Our inner hearts have always been as one," he thought.
"But each has their own heart. And they are alike - not
opposites so how can they be mirrors?" The Silver One
now spoke to He Who Holds The Wind. "I understand
what you wish - but I do not see how it may be done. And
I worry now, his heart grows weak." He Who Holds The
Wind answered softly, "And if you share - then what?"
The afternoon passed with The Silver One now deep
in thought. "if I gave him part of my heart he would be
stronger," he thought. "And my heart is young and strong
so I would fare no harm. Perhaps that would give me time
to figure out my task. But then how am I to do this?
I cannot tell him for he would not understand - and in his
pain Daddy would say, "no, I have done enough to him." It seemed
to the Silver One he heard the very wind smile. "You see,"
The One Who Holds The Wind said to his angels, "Even
though he does not yet see it he has begun to solve the riddle."
The Silver One felt an idea form, a way he could share.
That night as the Caring One entered his room the Silver
One was waiting. Suddenly he leapt towards his soul mate
passing through his chest, and while doing so he left half of
his young strong heart taking one half of the Caring One's
worn weary heart, giving strength to his beloved friend. He
paused - looking back before returning to the reflecting pond
to watch over the Caring One. What he saw stunned him,
their hearts were now mirror images one of the other and
they seemed to beat as one with a single rhythm. Truly
now "Two hearts that are as one - yet mirrors each of the
other - two hearts and yet a single heartbeat".
Time had passed since that night - the Caring One
had reached out to others and formed a circle of others
who cared, The Silver One had become a mentor to
so many at the bridge. Together they had helped so many,
would help so many more - and they would leave for
others a legacy of caring that would live forever.
