The gentle breeze that heaven often presses against the atmosphere beneath was tampered with by the naughty urchin that lurks within.

The grace, plainness and divine mission meant to bolster celestial bodies and all that resides below was forgotten whenever that unruly knave decided.

When up is up and the angels and saints dance with utter pulchritude to a sonnet unheard by the ears of the living yet is tacitly accepted, he creeps stealthily through the surreptitious, inner world of the human soul.

While the night grows old and new dreams are born, the soul rests yet is deceived.

The soul, cleansed of the bitterness of yesterday, anticipates the coming of tomorrow. The owner of the soul has become one with it, and it has become one with God. Serenity envelopes as life continues to take its blissful, simple course.

The miscreant enters. He awaited this moment amid the dark side of the moon.

During the process of the dream, the shadow, the diversion, he retrieves his pen and prepares to sign the name of the owner of the soul in Satan’s black book.

However, the dream lightens and the soul is found. Frantically the soul attempts to rid itself of the fiend that so furtively encroached upon it. The soul summons all of its righteousness and integrity in great hopes of victory. All the good it acquired during the immaculate fancy that profoundly encircled it was redeemed, and it was ready to annihilate the young miscreant.

In spite of the fact that all the good in the soul of the inner being of a human lashes and strives to defeat, the urchin is ruthless. The lips of his felt tip pen meet the lips of the devil’s book and he signs! He signs!

How many times will the beauty of a sunrise and a sunset appear before the eyes of man? How many times will the souls of men be saved? Will the souls of men be saved, or will the urchin that lurks within keep young and agile until the demise of the world?

The burning question that kindles anger in the hearts of many possesses a simple response.

Who is this knave, this miscreant? Is it a Demon, or is it the devil himself? The souls that convert from piety to lunacy often suspect this evil force, this fiend, to be the Lord almighty, the divine creator, himself!

Those befuddled must take heed. The miscreant that prowls within the souls of all as they are diverted by a dream or something blissful, is the anger, gluttony, lust, excessive pride, envy, greed and sloth that dwell in the surreptitious, inner world of the human soul.

The urchin lies within man. The urchin is man.

The glory of a sunrise will someday end, and only the strong will survive. The strong at heart and the strong at mind. The strong in spirit and the strong in faith. Evil will never surpass good.

God created life! God created all!

Yet until the soul is strong and devoid of mortal sin, the naughty urchin that lurks will prevail.