Once there was a little girl somewhere around the age of four in a city in the land whose name had been forgotten but that they now called “San Antonio.” She lived with her family on a small patch of earth that used to be a forest, next to a concrete ditch that was once a creek in what was once a holy land but that was now paved with concrete.
One day she wandered outside into the yard by herself. She suddenly felt the urge to look up into the sky and at the sun. She fell to her knees. She looked the sun in the face and said “thank you.”
The wind began to speak to her. “Sing your songs of prayer. I will carry them up to the stars so that the sun can hear you.”
The little girl went inside her house and brought out a rattle. She sang her songs that day not knowing how or why, only that the earth, the sun, the water in the creek and the wind were speaking to her…and she could hear them.
But she was afraid her family would see her and think she was doing something wrong and against God and Jesus. So she sang very quietly with her rattle in a language she didn’t remember any more.
The little girl would put her forehead to the ground after each song. “Thank you,” she said to the earth.
She looked over at the ditch, at the water that remained in the creek in what was once a holy land but that was now covered by concrete. She looked at the gently flowing chorrito of water in between the graffiti and said “thank you.”
And each time she would sit back up, she could see the wind take her songs into the sky.
After singing her four songs, she looked the sun in the face and said “thank you.”
The little girl then quietly turned around and went back inside her house with her rattle in hand, wondering when the wind would speak to her again.