In the ambiance of an empty church the Holy Water Font stood indifferently akin to a tedious life outside. Shouldering heaviness of a Sacred Sunday not a single hypocrite didn’t approach Holy Water yet and so it slipped into a slumbering deliberately forgetting its real being. It was so tired of waiting a true one. Further, the very wish itself made it weak and an infinite longing as well.
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While dismal loneliness and shallow moments linger on, a thirsty crow abruptly approached the Holy Water Font.
Without any hesitation, it trespassed on its holiness, passionately it plunged its lips into Holy Water. Holy Water was suddenly awaken not to express its wonder or overjoy, but for a total submission, submitting itSELF. For, a divine catalyst has been happened.
Distinct from the melodramas and egoistic double dealers outside; it shared its holiness to quench that crow’s thirst without hiding its holiness. Holy is this love by submitting itSELF.
The amalgamation was immaculate and holy.
The holy crow flew away and the water font left empty being taken away its holiness…