Te Pipiwharauroa 164
No. 164
1911/12
[1] Te Pipiwharauroa, He Kupu Whakamarama, Number 164, Gisborne, December, 1911.
‘As clouds deck the heavens, so feathers enable the bird to fly.’ [cf. Nga Pepeha 352 but also He Konae Aronui p.13]
‘Kui! Kui! Whitiwhitiora!’ [The cry of the shining cuckoo.]
THE NEW YEAR.
David says, ‘Our years pass away like a story that is told.’ (Psalm 90.9)
In my sleep I saw an Elder sitting beside his table. He had a pen in his hand and an account book before him. Also on the table was a glass containing sand; the glass with sand was an hour-glass. The sand in the glass was flowing so that the sand at the bottom increased while that left behind decreased. I watched for a long time before calling our, ‘Sir, what are you doing?’ Then he said to me, ‘I am God’s Recorder. The good works are set down on one side of my book and the bad on the other.’ Then I said to him, ‘What is the meaning of the sand flowing down?’
