Sunday, 5 August 2012
The house with the golden windows
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 is
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 realized 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 realized 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 was
right there in front of her nose!
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