A cloister

Yesterday I had a dream. There was one cloister on the top of a very high rock. Nuns with a good Mother superior lived there. They were growing white, sweet smelling roses. God liked to stop in this cloister to admire a view on the deep valley with the river, to smell sweet fragrance of white roses and loved to chat, or just to sit still with good and wise Mother superior. The roses bloomed and smelled like nowhere else. He enjoyed to rest here. One day The Mother superior approached God: "We are so happy you stop to visit us, we would like you to feel at home here. So we were thinking if you will not mind we would like to make nice, embroidered slippers for you, so you could rest your feet." God agreed. "If you allow us, before we can start to work on your slippers, we would like to measure your feet, so we will get the size right." After the Mother superior finished her request one enormous foot showed up. It was much bigger then whole abbey. The Mother superior bowed her head and with a little smile said: "I am afraid we can not get enough of material for your slippers and we will be not able to make slippers for your feet." God with a little chuckle replied: "Thank you for a thought." It was a wonderful dream. Copyright (c) Marie Neumann Pottsville, 2010