Post by Leslie Sarkany on Mar 13, 2020 14:46:40 GMT -5
And it came to pass that the Man who created heaven and earth did not have the sun shine on this day. The sky was full of dark clouds that drifted by, occasionally in a form that was recognizable by the detectorist. The earth was cold, hard and barren. The detectorist had prayed to Him. Unanswered, undaunted the swinger of the orb from the House of Guru braved on. The patron saint of detectorist (unofficial, not canonized and not to be worshiped) Saint Digalot could not be reached. The first outing of the year was not sanctioned by the Almighty!
"Thou art digging out of season which is blasphemy" The words were spoken but the detectorist could not tell from where it had come. The diggers limbs began to ache before the coil was swung. A sign.
The phrase was repeated but this time louder but soothing in a heavenly calming voice..."Thou art digging out of season." This time the sayer of the words was seen with utmost clarity. The swinger from the House of Guru gazed upon the speaker with a heavy heart at that which had fallen from the sky.
Looking to the sky the swinger asked for forgiveness and that the angel be restored.
The passing of time allotted the detectorist but 5 round disks that were dug in pain, sin and despair. Having only retrieved 1/10 of thy quota thanks and praise were given. As penance the man from the House of Guru has pledged restoration of that which had fallen from the sky.
Once home the digger of lost items confessed to his betrothed of his transgression, suffered in silence while saying prayers for an early thaw.
"Thou art digging out of season which is blasphemy" The words were spoken but the detectorist could not tell from where it had come. The diggers limbs began to ache before the coil was swung. A sign.
The phrase was repeated but this time louder but soothing in a heavenly calming voice..."Thou art digging out of season." This time the sayer of the words was seen with utmost clarity. The swinger from the House of Guru gazed upon the speaker with a heavy heart at that which had fallen from the sky.
Looking to the sky the swinger asked for forgiveness and that the angel be restored.
The passing of time allotted the detectorist but 5 round disks that were dug in pain, sin and despair. Having only retrieved 1/10 of thy quota thanks and praise were given. As penance the man from the House of Guru has pledged restoration of that which had fallen from the sky.
Once home the digger of lost items confessed to his betrothed of his transgression, suffered in silence while saying prayers for an early thaw.