Gloria appeared, at first glance, to be your typical brownish-green turtle in the a typical brownish-green pond called Sludgeville. With one exception was she ordinary, in that a special word was designed within the mosaic of her shell. Not everyone could see it, but her parents knew, not that they had any artistic vision, but they were told by their Great Aunt Shelly Belle.
Just out of the brownish-green, mosied onto that sorry scene that Great Auntie. Quite a stir, she brought that little, dingy corner of wilderness when she spoke words of hope for the future. And every turtle believed her, even weeks after she left, but after a month, the memory of most of those words were gone.
Shelly Belle had one fine knowing about her, she could read other turtle's shells. She had quite a distance to amble along from the clear city called City Light. Just one night she stayed, and during that time the turtles came out from under the mud to hear her words.
It had been years since the Belle of City Light had visited, when indeed another outsider came through Sludgeville. His name was Frank, and as his name hints, he could do nothing but be honest. Wobbling through the rugged terrain came Gloria as Frank brushed up beside her.
He just simply said "Glory."
Gloria froze for one long second and replied "Say what?"
Frank repeated "Glory."
Gloria paused a second time and said "Why do you say such a thing to me, in such a way that it seems to have power?"
"I'm just reading the word on your shell." said Frank.
"Nobody ever told me there was a word on my shell." said Gloria
"Well," said Frank, "It's not that easy to see. You have to look at it as if you're not looking at a shell, but as if you are looking at something deep, and even then, I think you have to see it in the right light and at the right angle, but I see it. It says 'Glory'."
"Why would I have such a mysterious word like that on my shell?" asked Gloria.
"Because you are destined to display His glory." said Frank.
"Whose glory?" asked Gloria.
"The Turtlemaker's glory." said Frank.
"But how can I do that?" asked Gloria.
Frank sighed "I don't really know hot to explain it, but my brother Larry can. He has a column in the City Light News called 'Dear Larry.' Why don't you write him a letter."
Gloria had actually heard of that Larry Turtle and alittle of City Light and even less about the Turtlemaker, but not a word was spoken about words on shells. Gloria thought "Maybe I'm just so used to these slimey colors in Sludgeville to dream of anything glorious happening to me. But she did it, with a parched cattail, she wrote this letter:
I'm just a brownish-green turtle of no distinction, but your brother Frank told me that I have the word 'Glory" embedding in the mosiac of my shell. He told me that you could teach me how to display that word with the help of the Turtlemaker. Could you please tell me the secret.
Curiously and appreciatively,
Gloria of Sludgeville
Since the mail was delivered by Turtle mail, it took a month for the letter to reach Larry in his tall, clear building on the far end of the City Light hill. After Larry read it, he dipped his feather in red ink to reply in his column:
It is true that you can display the Turtlemaker's name for you, but there is only one way I know of as to how to do it. You must have the light switch of your heart turned to "on". First of all, you need to locate your heart with your sense of feeling. And when you do, focus your mind upon it. Then, ask the Turtlemaker if He will bring in the light. But, understand this, as soon as you take your mind's focus off the Turtlemaker, your light will go off. You must remember to focus time and time again until the light stays on. Then glory shall surely shine through you.
Frank's Brother Larry
It took another month for Gloria to receive the newspaper, but when she did, she took his advice to heart. When connected to her heart and the Turtlemaker, Gloria noticed a new feeling within her heart. It felt awake and alive. It felt like it had a warm, quiet fire burning in it's center and the turtles of Sludgeville all noticed. At first the beautiful colors stood out, looking like a stained glass lamp. It was later that the others began to see the word "Glory.' Mostly, they were in awe when Gloria told them their thought direction could turn a light on inside. One by one, each turtle in Sludgeville read the letter from Frank's brother Larry. As the hearts within the village fired up, the mayor initiated a new name for the village "Heart Fire" along with connecting it up as a suburb of City Light. The turn out and vote was unanimous as the village was revived.
H. Stone (C) 2005
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