This is my contribution to the topic of the text of the exhortation, again about poppies!!
The Poppy and the Wild Boar
It was a spring morning when Eleni, the weakest woman in the
village—known as "the ailing one"—set out on the path behind her
cottage after placing a bouquet of flowers in the oval vase of her living room.
The doctors' records were discouraging, but she refused to give in. Her hands
tightly held a pouch of poppy seeds, red as the rising solar light.
Halfway up the hill, a stubborn wild boar blocked her way, grunting near a broken ditch. Instead of retreating, Eleni tossed a pebble to distract it, scattering seeds across the disturbed ground. "Grow anyway," she whispered.
By summer, the field blazed with poppies—each bloom a rebellion against despair. The villagers marveled, and even the boar returned, napping in their shade. Eleni, now smiling, tended to them with purposeful hands. The flowers, like her, had thrived against the odds.
Moral: Even in the wildest soil, hope takes root.
Bookmark messageCopy messageExport
Δεν υπάρχουν σχόλια:
Δημοσίευση σχολίου