A Circle of Spoons

From: Tim Molina (KESHAMOLINA@prodigy.net)
Story type: Angel
Location: Texas City Tx.
Source: Form Submission

From my early life to now, I've learned that there are beings that care about the smallest tears, the seemingly most trivial sorrows. It was the early seventies and my mother had taken me and my siblings to the dike to play. With us she brought some spoons that her mother had given her so that we could play with them in the sand. The spoons were scattered every where when a large wave rushed over the beach covering everything. We all ran for the high rocks leaving the spoons behind. When the water rolled back, they were all gone. My mother cried. We began to play again (I was feeling pretty bad) when after a while I heard my mother cry out. I looked down the beach and in the distants my mother stood looking down with her hands clinched together. We all ran to see what had happened. Looking down in the sand where water had clearly rolled over, the spoons where laid out in a perfect circle. My mother only said "It was the hand of God".