We are in the midst of a flood. The water is not quite
up to our knees, yet we are moving as if on a given route.
We realize that we are nearing the edge of the flood, and
we start to meet people just entering the water. They
are very apprehensive. We reassure them that we've
been through it safely and that they should have
courage. As we reach dry ground, we can see a troop
moving in the direction of the flood. The leader is pleased
by our report of the trip through the flood waters and he
says he will lead the troop through. But he asks us to see
to the needs of the young herd. He points to the right of
his route, saying that the newborns can be herded into
shelter at the edge of the field. I am counting the young
herd, and while the leader says there are 50 altogether, I
can see only 48 in the group. In looking further, I see two
more drinking from the stream that borders the pasture.
I realize that I am looking at a map of the United States.
(E.B., South River, New Jersey, April 8, 1975)

     I am on the mighty ship, the U.S.S. "Constitution,"
sailing upon a vast, unending ocean. Suddenly I find
myself swimming for my life in the midst of a terrible
tempest, trying to get back to the "Constitution," which
is sailing sturdily onward. (F.H., Brookline, Mas-
sachusetts, no date)

     I see the many spiritual seekers, young and old, in our
country. We are all turned towards Washington, like the
rays of a star turned towards its center. We have bright
and hopeful expressions on our faces, and I have the
sense of untapped potential. (K.V.B., Spencer, West
Virginia, no date)

     It is night and unusually dark. Church bells begin to
ring and people start pouring out of the churches into the
streets. They are carrying torches. Soon masses of
people are thronging down the streets, but somehow
walking in a very orderly fashion. The faces are
illuminated from the flickering torches and everyone is
singing "The Battle Hymn of the Republic." There is an

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