The Reverend Mother Ursula of the Sisters of the Righteous Flowers was very pleased with the fresco being done on the south wall of the chapel. The image of herself had come up in a very pleasing way, and she thought it fitting she should be remembered as her overtures to the Pope for canonisation before her death had been met favourably.
She was, as she pointed out, an outstanding Christian and leader of the convent. Her fellow nuns all thought she was way above themselves and deferred to her in most matters including what breakfast condiment was to be on the table that week.
All improvements around the convent were attributed to her ‘spiritual’ intervention. The productive vegetable patch, the tomatoes bigger and better than ever, the abundant bean harvest and the outstanding crop of grapes which gave rise to a wine that gained the convent a reputation never before achieved. Each was the result of the Reverend Mother being who she was and an acknowledgement of her miraculous touch.
She was even known to have cured the sick and healed the infirm though a lot of that was here say and speculation. Once a month at Sunday Mass, Mother Ursula would give a blessing to the sick children in the parish. There was always one child who demonstrated a significant improvement after Mother Ursula had laid her hands on it. That it appeared to be the same child each month did little to reduce the enthusiasm the parishioners showed towards the good Mother Ursula.
By the time the fresco was completed the following year, the chapel was adorned with images of her in a variety of healing poses. It became a tourist attraction, and on the chosen Sunday of each month when she placed her blessing upon the selected children, it was standing room only.
Mother Ursula resided over the convent now awash with money and the hope that soon the Pope would declare her a living saint, as she richly thought she deserved to be.
Written for: https://scvincent.com/2019/01/17/thursday-photo-prompt-imagination-writephoto/
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I laughed so hard with the description of “Reverend Mother Ursula of the Sisters of the Righteous Flowers”..this really set the tone of the story for me. Great write for the prompt, Michael.
Thanks Helene glad you had a laugh
I’d suggest the reverend mother apply herself to the scriptures. Something about not making a show of your religion, and not storing up treasures on earth …? 🙂 🙂 🙂
I’m sure reverend mother would take on such advice. 😉
A great story. I was waiting for the twist in the tale.
And what’s a story without a twist 😉
Never be predictable. 😊
Loved the name of the sisterhood… I’m not sure such an ego has a place in a convent though… 😉
I knew a few with egos
They are everywhere. ..
A story edged with broken glass. One hopes the Reverend Mother found her humility eventually.
One lives in hope
Indeed.
Loved this! 🙂
Thanks so much glad you enjoyed it
Good one Michael.
Thanks Di
The Reverend Mother has her own way of interpreting her religion! Great fun Michael 🙂
Reverend Mother Ursula humbly requests… No scratch that humility thing!! hahah Excellent write Michael.
Thanks so much violet
This is clever. I enjoyed it very much. Sisters of the Righteous Flowers – what a glorious name. 🙂
Makes me chuckle that there is so much ‘reverence’ of oneself, hoping to be a living saint awashed with the almighty bucks. Good read.
Oh dear…I fear the Rev Mother might need a lesson in humility. Obviously hasn’t read her Bible for a while.
Bible? They read the Bible?
Well, one would hope so. It is, after all, their textbook for life 😉
I knew a few who I think missed the memo on that one
This brilliant, not sure about doing the works of God? It seems more likely the other chap had a hand in character I mean that huge ego. 😀😀😀🤣💜
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I love it. Vanity and conceit come to the forefront.
Thanks so much Michele.