Date: Sat, 16 Dec 2000 05:41:32 -0000
From: Kathy Lind <lindkathy@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Pool of Cherubs

The Pool of Cherubs
by an African Sister travelling through northern Italy.

Sister was very happy.   Her prayers were being answered.  She was gathering
many notes about the Order and its history even back at the beginnings in
Africa where sister was born.   She felt that her manuscript would be well
received when it was finally complied.  But there was still much work to do.

This convent in Northern Italy was one of the finest she had visited. It was
only partly connected with her Order, as it was occupied by many orders over
the past 300 years.

And it was built on the remains of a fine mansion, a villa of some
consequence, where the original builders had been Romans.  There were deep
wells within its walls, sparkling pools, and a hidden stream called the
ancient Romans called the Pool of Cherubs.

Mother Superior had first shown Sister the Pool.  It was in a natural
cavern, small and quiet, with steps and seats cut into the rock wall above
the underground spring which supplied its clear water.

It had many uses. Many times it had been used as a christening font, and
sometimes it had been used as a chapel of prayer and meditation where the
convent sisters came to seek spiritual solace.

Today it was being used by the convent children, a lively bunch of girls who
had been specially selected for their spirited intelligence in the hope that
one day they might be called by God to be nuns.

Sister watched the girls come through the trees, all dressed neatly in their
white uniforms, a red or blue ribbon in their hair.   Without noticing
Sister, they took off all their clothes and placed them neatly in a row at
the entrance to the grotto and walked inside.   To their screams of joy and
delight the girls played and splashed about to their hearts' delight.

Sunlight sneaking in through the grotto entrance played on the water until
it sparkled.  The girls splashed and dived, the spray catching the light in
a myriad of sudden rainbows curving around their naked buttocks and budding
breasts.

The oldest girl stood up on a shelf in the water, her knees splashed by the
little wavelets sent up by the other girls.    She looked like an angel, yes
a cherub among other cherubs, standing there wet and glistening, catching
the eye of Sister who had come to the edge of the grotto entrance.

Sister and the older cherub made eye contact.  Sister looked into her eyes
and the cherub looked back as if exchanging a prayer.   Sister's eyes
slipped down the body of this glistening cherub, over her budding breasts,
her fin pink nipples, her soft stomach, her small mat of beginning pubic
hair, her legs, her knees and the water around them.

The cherub raised her arms in an arc, as if pulling up a pair of white wings
from behind her back.  There were no physical wings, but the cherub and
Sister knew they were there in spirit.  And the wings opened wide as the
cherub stepped forward in the water.   A younger child, almost as sweet and
angelic as the cherub herself, a cherub in miniature, leaned back out of the
way, her hairless pubic area rising out of the water for a moment before
disappearing into the wetness again.

Sister stretch out her arms towards the cherub.  The other girls, all
younger and with tinier breasts, stood up in an arc behind her.   The cherub
stepped forward, up and out of the water until she stood naked and without
sin in front of  Sister.

"I have come," the cherub said.   And the vision and Sister stepped towards
each other until the cherub took Sister's hand and led her towards the pool.
   The cherub and two younger girls quietly undressed Sister until she,
stood naked on the edge of the water.   Together they walked into the pool,
the cools water enveloping Sister's body.  And the hands of the cherubs
caressed Sister unto heaven.

Ends