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Lucia stood at the back of the stone wall, the ground had shaken last night, leaving her favorite stone seat tipped off its two foot pedestal.
No one knew where the carved seat had come from. Her grandmother use to tell Lucia that both her grandmothers use to lie on it watching the stars at night and basking in the morning’s warmth.
Now the stone lay on its side and the pedestal no longer perfect was cracked in half.
Walking up to the heart breaking sight Lucia gasped. The pedestal had steps leading into what looked like a cellar all carved in stone, no wood, not even handrails, everything was carved.
Running across the sandy backyard, Lucia bolted up the stairs to her room, to grab her flashlights, she stopped to catch her breath,
“Wow”, Mom would be at work for another hour. Should she leave her a note, nah!
It wasn’t like this room was going to cave in, this room had set at her backyard undisturbed for over a century. Was it a burial cellar, a food cellar, or a treasure chest waiting to be explored?
The stone steps were totally dry, cut grooves in the wall made her decent a breeze, reaching the last step, Lucia found herself surrounded by intricate silk cloths hanging from floor to ceiling, everything still smelt fresh. Moving aside one of the silks she saw the holy scriptures printed on every wall in the room. On the floor lay stacks of scrolls.
Lucia stood amazed, beside the scrolls lay a beautiful gold bracelet sprinkled with sapphires. A gold seal stamp, set alone on the stone table.
Looking back Lucia saw the sun trying to shine down the stairs, as it passed to its setting corner of the world. Who? When? Why? How? And where did she begin?
Grabbing one of the silk cloths, a scroll, and the bracelet, Lucia headed for the stairs turning to gaze around the room, her heart moved beneath her hands, to imagine a secret room, to share with God. The love someone had for Him silently shouted out through the ages.
Grabbing the seal, Lucia carried her treasures into the kitchen.
“Lucia, darling,” her mother swept into the room, “I see you’ve been shopping. WOW!, where did you find that silk? Is that a scroll? You went shopping to the market alone, Lucia you know that’s to dangerous," her body posture shouted, caged anger, or may be fear.
Lucia moved to defuse the ticking time bomb. “No Mom, I’ve been shopping true, but come with me, showing will be much easier than telling you,” dragging her Mom down the backyard.
“Lucia is this about your writing assignment grade earlier, I know I said show not tell,”
“Mom, Mom! just stop and look!”
“Oh Wow!” Lucia’s Mom was momentarily silenced.
Lucia enjoyed the quiet for all of 10 11 12 13 14 seconds.
“Who? What? When?” Mother started.
Lucia interrupted, “Why? How and Where? Mom just come and see, it’s a Holy Room and it’s in our backyard.”
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