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.
(Word Count: 99)
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
I’m sure he does. Sweet.
So sweet that the little girl thinks her mother to be best god. It is true god resides everywhere. We the people make grand memorials to touch his glory. Sometime we over do it. Nice post.
There’s a song, vague in my memory, that talks about seeking God in temples, cathedrals, etc. but finally finding Him in our hearts.
Nice story. I like both the sentiments and the style. You make both Joanne and Ashita living and believable characters.
Thank you so much! Glad you liked them both!
I enjoyed the fact that the reader doesn’t know the original question is asked by a child. Nice reveal.
Lovely story!!! Thank you!
Well done. I hope that she can keep the Mother in a positive light throughout her formative years, and beyond.
Thank you so much for your kind words!
Happy story, very good!