Abundance

From this day there will be a turning of all that has been.

There will be a showering of dust that turns the remnants of the old way into a nourishing base for the new growth to appear; the settling of the foundation and the natural burial of the dead fallen leaves to build a birthplace for the future growth and abundance.

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In the square there is a small statue set upon a low plinth of sandstone.

The marble of the statue is polished and glistens in the sunlight, the plinth below it is rough hewn and neglected. It is dull and missing small pieces forming crevices in which the creatures of the earth take refuge from the midday heat. The crumbling foundation is overlooked as all peer at the glistening delicate form of the statue above.

It is a statue that draws from across the nations to bend knee and gaze at the angelic form looking down at them from above. The sculptor is unknown but the artistry is without question.

A day like any other arrived and there was a shaking of the earth that had never occurred before.

The town shook in their houses, and when the shaking subsided they poured out into the square to gaze at the statue at the centre and ask for blessings from the souls.

The first amongst them, a small child cried out “the statue has fallen”, as all beheld this who entered the square.

All fell down on their knees and cried, their tears forming pools on the dirt of the square.

They perceived that all had been lost and turned their backs and left the square. They turned their backs to the statue that represented so much.

The next day the small child awoke early as the day rose over the town. The child walked into the square and saw what had been revealed.

The sandstone had been removed, the statue was no longer lying in pieces on the floor.

In its place grew a single white rose sprouting from the ground watered by the tears of the town.

As the town awoke and each came forth into the square, they first set eyes on the small child stationary, looking at the spot where the statue used to stand.

Then their eyes fell on the rose that had grown from the spot of the falling.

As each of them arrived, the rose bush grew and a new flower blossomed from the one shoot until there was a glorious rose bush of pure white flowers in the centre.

All beheld and wept with joy and gratitude at the grace and the tears sustained the rose bush, which never died.

27th May 2020