A Temple of Love
In a small village in southern Italy. A few elders that have remained to keep tradition alive have nothing but teacher. They sing praise to Christ while the young discontent find ways to escape a small town in the mountains with no opportunities other than picking olives come season. In time love seems to be an answer most are called to. However it is only a dependency forged out of need and biological time line. When it fails, hurt decays and gives reason to come home and find the few existing elders you called mother or who new your parents tor healing. They say love should not be forged like amor but should be like the cloth of the holy open in our passage of time.
Dagi.H. 23/08/2017 7:49A touching story, so here also in Germany. The ancients stay, they have their house, their land and their past, which welds together. The young people go where there is work and ultimately they often stay in the distance. The home becomes foreign. If they come back one day, nothing is as it once was!