the craftsman

                    Once upon a time there was a craftsman.  The craftsman made all sorts of wonderful things. He made mountains of purple and waters of blue. Tress of green all beautiful hues. The craftsman loved to make things, most of all he loved to make people like him. The craftsman was all alone so he made people to love him. His people where perfect in every way beautiful and flawless. One day the craftsmen asked them; “do you love me?”  His people replied “yes craftsman we love you with all our hearts, we would do anything for you. You are the greatest, anything you say will come true, and anything you set your mind to happens in an instant.”

           The craftsmen did not smile, he was saddened. He realized his people loved him only for his great power. The craftsmen thought long and hard about his creation and with a heavy heart he decided to make people that are imperfect. He made all sorts of strange people. Some big some small, some ugly and some beautiful, some smart and some dumb. In the beginning his people loved him but because of their imperfection they soon forgot the wonders of the craftsman. The craftsmen felt sadness beyond understanding. His people he so dearly loved, rejected him for who he was and they chased after other things. The craftsmen wanted more than anything for his people to love him but he wanted them to love him not for his great power but for his heart.

             The craftsmen came up with a bold plan; he would walk among his people as a regular man. No splendor or grandeur that his people would desire him but only his heart to draw them near. Most of his people despised him because he was not special but there were those who saw him and loved him not for his beauty or splendor for he had none but they loved him for his heart. He cherished these people and only them did he call his children. The craftsman sacrificed everything so that his children could be with him and only to his children he revealed his power and majesty.  One day the craftsman asked his children “do you love me?” the children said, “yes father, we love you, even though we are imperfect you have taken care of us and treasured us. We see your heart and we love you”. The craftsman smiled with pure joy. He lived with his children forever and they lived happily ever after.