The Farmers Daughter

There once was a framer who owned much land with many head of livestock, which surrounded a huge city simular to an old fig tree. The people of the city ate all the fleshy matured fruit that this old fig tree could produce. When Jesus arrived there he was hungry, but the people of the city had nothing to offer for they had eaten their hearts desire. So the huge city like the old fig tree withered away. Since the huge city and the fig tree is no longer living the framers land has been extended to include the huge city, filling it with light. But it wasn’t until some years after the beginning. In the beginning the farmer loved going for strolls everyday throughout his kingdom outside the city. Checking on his livestock, gardens and such. Oneday while he was taking a stroll he found young man laying in the dirt. The young man had come from the city where he had been beaten. The farmer lended down to get a closer look. The young man was still warm but not breathing. The farmer knows stuff, so he opened the young mans mouth and breathed life into his lungs. Soon the young man gasped his first not his last breath. The young man told the farmer he had been robbed and beaten of everything he had. The farmer told the young man not to worry he had more than that city could ever have. Since the young man was a city boy he knew nothing about livestock, the farmer had a good sense of humor, he gave the young city boy a job, he told him to go to the fields and name the animals. The city boy went out and named them bill and sally, sara and tom some were like becky and billie, steve and sam. When the young man was done he felt lonely. The farmer knows stuff, and introduced his daughter to the young man. The farmer told them DO NOT eat from that tree as he pointed else you will surely die. The tree he was pointing too was the city.

About billiescauldron

I am in transition. I see myself as a Spiritual Writer and as such my blog will slowly change with me still holding tight to being in the garden as a child loving my teacher.
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2 Responses to The Farmers Daughter

  1. susan wooldridge says:

    Mysterious, engaging, inspiring….

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