AN OLD, OLD LOVE©
It was a frosty, freshly fallen, snow morning,
Father Frost had been busy the night before.
The laughing Sun beamed, his radiance
running through the blue sky to kiss Mother Earth.
The grandchildren, two little girls, rosy smiling cheeks
were on holiday at the old country estate,
hidden in the Carpathian Mountains.
The little ones believed that grandparents
lived in Father Frost’s ice palace,
for every where, ice sculptured animals
regally arose from the ground each winter.
Grandfather and grandmother were ancient,
but they managed Father Frost’s ice palace quite well.
This particular day, the little ones begged and begged,
“Grandmother, come and build a snow princess with us,
please, please,” jumping up and down.
Grandmother said, “Let’s go, girls.
Find your warm boots, mittens and fur coats.”
And off they ran happily.
Grandfather, who was much more ancient than grandmother,
shuffled off to get her boots, mittens, scarf, and fur coat.
Grandfather took such good and loving care of his beloved.
The girls quickly returned and started dressing,
“Grandmother, where is your coat, we are almost ready.
Why do you let dear Grandfather fetch your winter things,
he takes such a long time?”
Grandmother smiled, as she sat in her rocker,
“Come here, my girls, I will answer your question.”
And they rushed to her side.
“Girls, I love your Grandfather as much as I love God.
He was protected and provided for me for over 60 beautiful years.
I know he is not as fast as he was when he was young,
but, it would break his dear heart to think that I
no longer needed his protection and care.
Do you understand, my dears?”
Both chimed together, “We love Grandfather.
He is always cheerful and full of little pranks and puns.”
At last, Grandfather returned,
his arms full of coat, scarf, mittens, and boots.
He bent down and put the boots close to Grandmother,
after opening the tongues nice and wide.
She slipped into her boots and stood up,
Grandfather wrapped the scarf securely ‘round her neck,
and helped her into her big, winter coat,
giving her the mittens when she was cozy.
The little girls opened the great wooden door,
running out into the sun and snow,
Grandfather said, “My beautiful angel,
you must come in before you get cold.
I do not want to have a sick Grandmother to care for.”
And then Grandfather closed the great wooden door,
a smile on his face and love in his eyes.
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Writings that speak to your heart are a good test of your contact with Divine Love. A tender warm heart calls out to the Divine, a hardened cold heart does not. You intellect will never bring you to enlightenment, but your heart will. So use you intellect to aid your journey of heart.
Michael