Oak Moss reaches the parts of us that are beyond
words, soothes those places, hungers and desires
that we can't even explain to others about, comforts
deeply and profoundly, brings peace.
A great general rides home after the war is over. The
land is terrible; everywhere there are the testimonials
to all the fighting and suffering and dying and
destruction. He is well used to this and gives it no
heed; he is glad the war is over again, at least for
As night falls, he makes camp in an abandoned building.
He hears a sound, descends into the cellar and there he
finds a small child, half starved and dirty, entirely
abandoned. The general is a hard man, but he is also a
good man; he takes the child which offers no resistance
and brings it upstairs, begins to clean its face with
water from his flask and discovers eventually that this
is a little girl who survived the death of all her
family somehow. She won't eat, but at some point in the
night, the general awakes to find that the little girl
has crept closer to him for warmth.
He takes the child in his arms, wraps his cloak about
her and holds her tight; no words are spoken, but both
are finding a healing in each other.