Richness is the what could be green grass under your feet

Once upon a time there was a fine and young ambitious man who from the age of ten always knew one day the golden chance would come. He saw in a dream a fine pot of gold in the sand in the dessert for all and everyone to share and was told in a vision from God to go and look for it. He searched on the banks and walked the streets for 25 years and no one would give or lend him any money. So he decided with his troops that it was easier to make and fight for it and do it the hard way and so he did! He started to fight on his own from a small fort he built in the dessert. He made some small riches but still it was nothing like what was seen in the vision. He kept fighting while holding the small fort and just as he tried to get up to advance to the greener land over the hill a shot came over the wall and he had to retreat. He was a good shot but no matter what he did, he couldn’t beat off the greedy enemy that wanted the tiny pot of gold he had and wanted to keep their green land. Then a fine general from a distant army called Mark came and joined him and defected from the garrisons of big business to fight in the small holding, and together they advanced and made some ground, but still the horses came charging over the hills and every time they wished to advance, they had to retreat by the force of the enemy. But small advances they made and doubled the humble pot of gold they had and with it, they never spent it or wasted it on fancy tents and clothing. Every penny was for the “purpose”.

Meanwhile a calligrapher and creator of fine manuscripts by the name Robbie was riding his horse and passed the small garrison. His heart went to the tired fighters and he too wanted to show is dedication to a new spirit he saw that had the strength and kindness of a Lion. So he set about and he prepared new weapons for the troops to fire and showed them the secrets of what he had learned.

In the mean time there was a garrison to the East of the hills that had doubts as to who they were fighting and why they were doing it. They had a top archer by the name of Jon who was a fine shot and could shoot the top off a thistle from twenty yards but deep down wanted to master the art of the silver sword that he could see shining so brilliantly from the small kennedy garrison. He wanted one day to hold the sword up high above his head and make his pledge to the universe. One day after an attack on the kennedy fort he made, he later posed as a citizen to discover the resolve of his enemy and was amazed at the hospitality and kindness of the small Garrison who fed and tended to his wounds regardless of who he was. He then joined the small Kennedy Garrison and for the first time saw the potential ‘magic of the sword.’

The pot of gold grew again with Jon fighting alongside the three men. One day, as they were not greedy they saw they might have a little more gold than they realised and news of their small pot of gold went accross the dessert. News travelled that though kennedy pot was small, it had the badge of generosity and charity written engraved on the lid and amazingly it was never locked. This was a garrison that trusted everyone. A large pot of gold is worth nothing if its not shared ; a small pot is powerful beyond belief if given and used for the good of the people. Word got round but still the forces of the big industry and greed kept coming for it. Then kennedy’s came up with a plan , the small garrison needed a ‘horse of troy’ to fool people into thinking they were more than what they were and took their fine wooden bus to the centre of the battle field and captured the imaginations of the enemy and put doubt into the minds and confusion as to what they where fighting and why?

After years of fighting the garrison’s armoury was in a state of array, guns and shields were lying out of order and no one could load fast enough and yet again they had to retreat in battle and then a fine seamstress named Lyn and dedicated scribe named Chris came along and saw the opportunity to put the guns and armoury into order. Soon enough Kennedy’s had shining examples of weaponry, though old and well used, Kennedy’s had mastered their strategic use. The enemy had fine modern weapons but not the reasons to use them. It was clear to Lyn that a few guns aimed in the right direction and in order is better than lots of guns that where unattended and not kept loaded. Lyn came in to prepare Kennedy’s for the next battle of 2012 and Robbie prepared new flags to fly high from the horses above their white necks. Chris in the mean time saw his strengths within the mirrors of the garrison and saw that the hearts of the company and spirit would win and helped the garrison finding out their new positions for the next and greatest battle to date.

One day after years of persistent fighting it went unusually quiet, it went quiet because of the enemies had seen that reasons to fight are more important than shws of strength and that the truth and spirit with the collection of mastery of weapons was an inexorable strength. A lion needs not to fight but to be gentle. The Kenendys garrison came out from behind the walls and with their confidence of their hearts no one shot at them.

The greatest battle is to find no enemy. The enemy saw they were fighting for nothing more that mere wages and meaningless orders. Many had left from the horizon leaving the kennedys to their land. ~But there was no green grass over the hill. The young man realized that you never fight for the greatest riches.

Kennedys set immediately to harvest the barren land that was left to them. and with their small pot of gold they invested not in weapons but in tools they bought from the city. The very land that was left was thought to be infertile and they tended to it with love and persistance of an ardent spider spinning a web. Soon the fruits of their new focused labour and not fighting blossomed the next fall. The harvest produced more riches than any battle they ever won. They finally went to the citidel over the hill and with the new gold bought fine horses and paid more fine men to join them to make more, share more and produce more for more people. More and more people joined them and the whole dessert grew into a beautiful garden of hope and beauty with flowers that reflected the heart that planted them.

The young man sat on the hill and with tears in his eyes realised at last that the grass is never greener, real richness is the green grass that we grow with our hearts from what we thought to be barren land under our feet.