In ancient days, two solitary Pilgrims set forth, each from a far country, each keeping the prevailing winds at their back.
They walked through Life, allowing these winds to determine whither their steps should lead, leaving the choice of route to a Higher Power, for they knew themselves to be of small account in the grand scheme of things.
They carried sacks, in which they collected scraps of Knowledge and Wisdom with which they could feed the needy when Despair failed to give such people sustenance. But the sacks were still part empty, and the Pilgrims themselves were often hungry....
Then one day the Winds of Chance joined forces, made the Pilgrim's paths cross. The roads joined and a single Path lay ahead.
For the first time in their lives, they experienced true Companionship, and scraps of Kindness were added to their sacks. Their hunger pangs lessened.
At last the two stopped to rest, and placed their sacks on the ground. It was then that they realised both were overflowing - with Love; and at last the Pilgrims knew what it was to feel replete.
They walked through Life, allowing these winds to determine whither their steps should lead, leaving the choice of route to a Higher Power, for they knew themselves to be of small account in the grand scheme of things.
They carried sacks, in which they collected scraps of Knowledge and Wisdom with which they could feed the needy when Despair failed to give such people sustenance. But the sacks were still part empty, and the Pilgrims themselves were often hungry....
Then one day the Winds of Chance joined forces, made the Pilgrim's paths cross. The roads joined and a single Path lay ahead.
For the first time in their lives, they experienced true Companionship, and scraps of Kindness were added to their sacks. Their hunger pangs lessened.
At last the two stopped to rest, and placed their sacks on the ground. It was then that they realised both were overflowing - with Love; and at last the Pilgrims knew what it was to feel replete.
I love "scraps of Kindness"
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I like this
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Unusual fable for coming to the point where our cup runneth over.
ReplyDelete...you know... if you had reversed this image so it was upside down... I think it would resemble a heart - just like the ending of your story :)
ReplyDeleteFor some reason Van Goghs paintings of trees that start separately but grow together comes to mind...
ReplyDeleteHow wonderful that you saw a whole story in the image, Jinksy.
ReplyDeleteThe Beatles were right, then - "All you need is love"
ReplyDeleteVery cool story, and I like the idea of the image being an upside down heart, as Margaret noted.
ReplyDeleteThis is really cool!
ReplyDeleteWhat a beautiful story! Pain shared is halved, while love shared is doubled!
ReplyDeleteI enjoy your use of capital letters...this tale reminds me of Pilgrims Progress. Great job!!
ReplyDeleteIt feels we all have now 'Winds of Chance' so our paths are already crossed...
ReplyDeleteI love this, Jinksy.
ReplyDeleteK
Lovely piece!
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