Sarvanolo! The men and women of Florence, Italy have a different name for him. "Don't listen to his preachings, for they are simply the ravings of a mad man." I think differently. He started a fire to burn things he found ungodly, if that is not devotion to faith, then what is? Sarvanolo asked me to contribute to his "Bonfire of Vanities" and I agreed whole heartedly. We started the fire late that night, and the flames grew higher by the hour. Near midnight some were as high as the houses around us. I threw in my paintings, the ones Sarvanolo found ungodly of course, and I watched the flames leap higher as my paintings turned to ash. Some people in nearby houses began to shout at us. "Join us brothers and sisters, burn your vanities and be at peace with God," we beckoned. They shouted back, "Mad men, MAD MEN GET OFF OUR STREETS!" But we stayed. We stayed until morning, until the sky turned a beautiful shade of pink. And when the flames died down we left, as if nothing had happened at all. "Mad men or not, they will never understand what we did," I said. Sarvanolo looked at me. "No," he looked upward, "but God will. And that's all that matters."
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Letters, Short Stories, and Poetry
PoetryThis is just a small collection of poetry and very short, short stories I've written over the years. Of course I'm only fourteen so it will probably build and grow into more than a small collections but we will see.
