The Only Children: A Story of Love
The Fool and Idiot Meet
He had a job to do. And he did it as best he
could. He worked hard and long, but it was good work. Fulfilling.
Satisfying. He grew. Life was his and he gave it a name, all for the sake
of God. He loved everything he saw. The stream gurgled and sang. T'was music he
heard. Love was simply wonder-full. He wasn't told to work. He wanted to.
As his skills improved, the tasks became more difficult, bordering at times on
being impossible. He succeeded, and it was good, a very Holy good. While working
one day, a glimmer of something caught his eye. A treasure.
"Worthless", declared Life. He cried. He found many treasures in his existence
He carried them lovingly close to his heart. He and his treasures were never far
He loved the stream, and often sat on its bank, carefully inspecting each
treasure. Each held a memory. He rearranged them for the Nth time.
He loved dreaming. He followed the stream and talked about his love, his dream.
Many times had he met her in his dreams. He loved her like the river, an
ever-friend. And his treasure, pieces of God.
He was looking for God to return these lost treasures. He was glad to seek Gods judgment
on his intended gift. Before him stood a dam. His stream a trickle. As tall as
the mountains, the wall loomed miles into the air. Surely the journeys end can't
be far. It was centuries, before this hard working determined soul realized his
journey might never end. The dam stands just as high. And it is so hard to say.
He's been walking on the bottom of the bottom wall of the dam. He would have
journeyed forever had it not been for his need to rest. And........then one dark
morning, he greeted the stream and heard her crying. She turned to face him.
When she looked, he nearly blacked out. The only light he saw came from her
eyes. he gasped, tried hard to swallow. Too dumb to speak, he wanted to touch
her, to love her. He felt closer to her than anything before. He knew she was
good. God smiled.
She was a princess. He was the village idiot, the fool on the hill, a real
nowhere man. He felt embarrassed, the attention she paid him. Except for their
eyes (I's). They were alike. He wanted to tell her, of his love, of his dreams.
Instead, he ran to hide. Her eyes found him, no matter where he hid. She cried.
My Prince, the Son of God, gave me these gifts, a treasure no life could give.
She touched her heart. Remembering the ridicule, the hurt, yet how strong her
faith. She believed her gifts, a promise from a Prince, an only child, with very
He remembered himself, the ridicule and pain, for while he called them
treasures, pieces of God, the world called them worthless bits of clay and
She was a princess living among slobs. He must have been a worm, yet still he loved
He held out his hand to touch hers, trembling in his heart. He found that she
was blind. He put his treasure in a pocket close to her heart. An explosion of
light filled the space. He and she were one like nothing had ever been. The wall
and dam crumbled before the waves of love. he and she were bound forever, with
only god between them.
Not all journeys start.
Nor all journeys end. Tis love that built the heart, an ark of God.
May God Bless Your Journey As Well