PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot
“Does God reside only within such huge and extravagant structures?” Ashita wondered aloud gaping at the resplendent architecture.
“No my dear child. God needs neither structures nor scriptures. It is the sculptor in whom he exists. Each one of us is a sculptor. He dwells in every good thought, manifests in every good deed and blesses every good word” whispered Joanne gently ruffling her eight-year old’s hair.
Looking up at Joanne and gazing intently into her eyes, Ashita proclaimed in an unwavering and convincing voice, “in that case I have the best God ever”, and hugged Joanne tightly.
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This story was written as part of the FRIDAY FICTIONEERS challenge, more about which may be found HERE
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The credit for the breathtaking photograph goes to Roger Bultot