He was mystified as he walked over to Father’s.
What you have seen as an end is actually a wonderful beginning father said to him as he entered.. Father never really had time for pleasantries.
Come with me father said to him, leading him outside to the dandelion plant in the garden. As he looked on father blew gently on a flower head and they both watched silently as the little florets flew away looking like tiny angels, as white as father’s flowing beard.
That’s what you do when you publish a post on your blog father said pointing to the little white fluffs, those are the posts that are published on the all the blogs..People like them as they stay in sight and slowly float away, liking them, following them.
But when they are out of sight, does it mean they have died, fading away in to obscurity? Father asked him..
Your posts just like those seeds have really just gone in search of their destiny, Father said to him, in search of new ground, where they will anchor and fulfill their destiny..
What you have described as a digital grave Father explained to him, is actually a miraculous mine, your posts are the gems that this beautiful mine holds.
That mine is richer than even King Solomon’s mine because it holds riches far greater than any other mine can ever hold.
The mine holds the testimony of someone’s love. It holds lessons learnt over a lifetime by some one..
It holds the wisdom of people who have loved and lost, fought and been defeated, of those people who have fallen but have shown the courage to stand again.
This beautiful mine holds stories of amazing success people have achieved, stories that can inspire others to do the same..
The mine is richer than King Solomon’s mine because you can mine it all you want, but you can never empty it, in fact the mine only grows richer every day..
So you see son, what you had seen as an End, what you had seen as a grave is really a heavenly garden, full of beautiful flowers from all over the world.
Flowers that enrich people’s lives with their vibrant colors, bring peace to people’s lives with their fragrance..
So there it was, father’s wisdom had again helped change his perspective..
**Written in third person because the wise people at WordPress so willed it..