The little girl lived in a small, very simple, poor house
on a hill and as she grew she would play in the small garden and as she grew
she was able to see over the garden fence and across the valley to a wonderful
house high on the hill - and this house had golden windows, so golden and
shining that the little girl would dream of how magic it would be to grow up
and live in a house with golden windows instead of an ordinary house like hers.
And although she loved her parents and her family, she
yearned to live in such a golden house and dreamed all day about how wonderful
and exciting it must feel to live there.
When she got to an age where she gained enough skill and
sensibility to go outside her garden fence, she asked her mother if she could
go for a bike ride outside the gate and down the lane. After pleading with her,
her mother finally allowed her to go, insisting that she kept close to the
house and didn't wander too far. The day was beautiful and the little girl knew
exactly where she was heading! Down the lane and across the valley, she rode
her bike until she got to the gate of the golden house across on the other
hill.
As she dismounted her bike and lent it against the gate
post, she focused on the path that lead to the house and then on the house
itself...and was so disappointed as she realised all the windows were plain and
rather dirty, reflecting nothing other than the sad neglect of the house that
stood derelict.
So sad she didn't go any further and turned, heart broken
as she remounted her bike... As she glanced up she saw a sight to amaze
her...there across the way on her side of the valley was a little house and its
windows glistened golden...as the sun shone on her little home.
She realised that she had been living in her golden house
and all the love and care she found there was what made her home the 'golden
house'. Everything she dreamed of was right there in front of her nose!
lovely...just lovely!!!
ReplyDeletejust me...smiling...jan