The Elder Took The Boy's Soul Only So He May Live Poem by Henry Whisenhunt

An elder came into a home and said to the woman, your
boy, I take your boy. She looks at the elder and replys,
I have no son for he has died. The elder looks to her side
for just a moment and walks back out.

Later that evening, the woman speaks to her husband of the
elder whom came for their. The man replys, did he take him?
She looks at the and with a dumb founded face, No, she says.
I told him our son has died, and then he left.

The next morning the elder came into the home, he says to
the woman, your boy, I will take your boy, she replys once
more, I have no boy, my son is dead. The elder looks to
her chair not too far behind her and turns and walks out.

That evening her husband is eating his late diner, she tells
him of the elder coming for their son. He says, did he take
our son, again she looks at him odd and tells him, no. I
told hime I have no boy, for our boy is dead, and he left.

The very next day the elder comes in, and tells her, the boy
I will take the boy. She says I have no son, he is dead.
The elder replied, I come tonight for the boy and then
left.

While the husband is setting in the living room, the elder
walks in, he turns to the man and tells him, suwuh kou uknalie chei. The woman standing just in the door way of
the kitchen says I have no son for you to take, and the
elder replys, I know, you have told me 3 times you have
no boy, no son. The elder lifts out his and and the air
brushed by the woman. The elder than kept his hand out
as if someone was holding.

The woman watched as the elder walked out of the home. She
then looked to her husband and looked at her and said, there
goes the boy. She replied, our son? He said no, you said
we have no son, so we have no son. She began to tear and
asked him, to pleas explain, so the husband set her down
and told her a to help her understand.

The cryons that move into the living room every night,
it was not and it was not you. The chair which rocked
marrily back and forth as you cleaned, it was not I but
it was not you. The air you felt to night was not me,
and was not you. She quikly realized, though he was
dead he was never gone.

Because she could not let herself feel he was there, and
because she denied having a son, she gave him reason to
leave. Because of this, he will never return to her.

He then looked to her and told her.
The Elder took the boy's Soul so he may live.