The mouse often spoke with the beautiful statue. He preferred mornings when the sunlight twinkled through the church’s broken stain glass windows and lit her face like a curling rainbow.
But this morning when the mouse sat in the front pew to chat, he only sighed, saddened by what he saw. He thought about how the villagers took all that was ever pretty about her.
They left her to crumble away, he thought. What a shame.
The stone woman, understanding his sad expression said to the little mouse, “Little mouse, little mouse, why do you look so down trodden?
My form came from the Earth, so why are you sad that I return? I am the Earth; that is why man sculpted me this way. It has always been this way, little mouse. We all return to dust.
Some day man will transform and live in the sky, but for now he returns to me until he is ready.”
The little mouse was perplexed; he looked skyward and saw an engraving of God and his Angels spread across the ceiling, but this gave little insight for the mouse.
She knew he did not understand, so continued. “Long after the villagers left the church, an old man took my gold to pay for his daughter to attend a very prestigious school.
She now uses her learned skills to help others. And when food was scarce, a mother of seven returned and chipped away the marble from my stone.
By selling my marble she and her seven children survived a very cold winter. When the wind blows, I do not hear hungry children anymore, I hear them sing and play in the summer.
That is the best repayment of all, little mouse. One day everything will be renewed.”
The mouse wondered about his own purpose, he had no marble or gold to give. Perhaps he should seek love and adventure like the others?…