Darkness having long descended over the lonely bridge, a tiny solitaire figure sits along the edge precariously stacking small slabs of stone on top of one another. Sitting in a prominent stop is the clay pot with just soil at this time.
As little God stacks the final, smallest slab on top, bright rays begin faintly showing, a radiant smile glows on her face. Fondly gazing at the clay pot, sees the beginnings of green shoots arising from the soil, small for now, needing more love, will flourish stronger. She has waited this long, and can patiently wait longer….