Epics Of Alexander II
by
Per Jespersen
Oh, nobody has ever
been as happy as Alexander. He had learnt the first letter of the alphabet –
and he loved Grandpa so much, that he could not sleep. One dream after the
other flew through his ten year old mind – and watch him – he is smiling in his
sleep, a wonderful smile, that only boys have. What a pity that not all
children of the world are as happy as Alexander!
One dream dwells in
his fragile mind. He sees the little boy Samuel, who died with his mother from
Grandpa. He sees, that he is happy, where he is now – longing for Grandpa to
come. Samuel has wings on his back, and Alexander whispers to him: “Do pay your
Grandpa a visit to-morrow. I will be there, I promise.”
Happy Samuel!
Another happy little boy, but in Heaven. He is the mirror of Alexander, and
pure happiness flows from Heaven to Earth and back to Heaven again. Oh, these
divine dreams with wings, fragile as the wings of a butterfly. That is the way
it is with life: dreams flying from Earth to Heaven eternally to make our
spirits happy.
Is it not beautiful
the way it is? This counts for your dreams, too. They touch your mind and bring
your joy and smiles back to where they came from. This is eternity. That is
what my grandmother told me – and she was a very clever woman indeed.
So Alexander went
into Grandpa’s garden the next day. He brought his red ball and made it fly to
Grandpa’s lawn. He went up to his windows and heard a very sad tune from
Grandpa’s room.
Oh, so sad a tune
can be!
But when Grandpa
sees Alexander’s friendly eyes in his window, the tune changes on his fiddle
and turns into major.
“Come in, my good
boy,” he says.
“I do not like your
sad tunes,” Alexander says.
“Neither do I,”
Grandpa says. “But the fiddle is like my soul.”
“A mirror of it,”
Alexander says.
“Clever boy!”
“Life here is a
mirror of eternity,” Alexander says.
Grandpa sits down.
“How can you see that? You are only ten!”
“You taught me the
letter A, did you not?”
“No. You learnt it.
That is something else.”
“And the next
letter?”
Grandpa takes a
sheet and writes a capital B.
“That is a B. So
now – well – baby, barber, basket – B and A.” Oh, how happy the boy is. Such
happiness!
“Gosh!! How can you
do it?”
“And how can you
write tunes on a paper?”
Oh, what a clever conversation!
How can Alexander be such a quick learner? Can you believe it?
“I know how to learn,” Alexander whispers. “When you are with people you love, you can learn everything.”
Such an intelligent
boy! He goes to the heart of what learning is. I am amazed!
Now Alexander sits
down and asks Grandpa to play a silent and happy tune on his fiddle.
“Do you like my
music?”
“I like your soul
and the mirror of it,” Alexander says.
Oh, how can a small
boy say such clever things!
Grandpa sits down,
takes his fiddle and starts to play a silent, but happy tune. Alexander closes
his eyes and feels angels flying through his mind. Oh, I would like to be with
those two now!
Silence in their
minds – they whisper, that they feel their love for each other. And watch: a
small boy with wings on his back is sitting on the window sill.
Yes, it is
Samuel!!!
Grandpa sees him
and walks up to him to give him a warm embrace. Grandpa’s eyes are filled with
tears. He is talking to Samuel, but nobody can hear their voices.
Alexander is
smiling happily. What a joy! Now he can learn without knowing he is doing it.
He takes a sheet and a pen, and tiptoes to the table to find some ink and
writes a capital B on the paper.
This is happiness
indeed. Imagine to be able to write! The B seems to be friendly and caring. He
dips the pen in the ink and goes on writing: B – A – B – A.
Oh, happy
Alexander!
“That is what the
sheep say,” he says in surprise.
“What,” Grandpa
bursts. “How can you do it?
“The same way you
talked to Samuel!”
Grandpa has a thousand
tears in his eyes. And tears can grow out of happiness.
This is what my
grandmother told me, and as I told you: she was a very wise woman indeed.
