Parthenon Marbles

The Return Part 5

"Come Home ! I the writer speaks to you , just stone. But, in my imagination I see your spirit and believe you do speak of many things. From your long ago creation and glory days of Athena's greatness to where you sit now in those British Museum's dark halls. You have been gone too long already and need to be returned to your place of creation. Yes I am speaking to stone, but what an amazing piece of art. That is why I speak to you as you await for your return."

"Speak then mortal, I still have ears to hear you." The marble lips shimmered in the shadows and twitched into life that was locked within the stone.

" I am joined by many as we collectively speak for your return, but for two hundred years you have been lost in the fog of ignorance and some strange understanding that your home is Britain and the British museum. They sang of your beauty but it was hollow... lost... out of place, because the Ancient Greeks created you and they did not come from Britain. The British , some feel that the LOrd Elgin rescued you from destruction. But if that is the case , then they held you in their halls so that one day you could return to Attica and be seen once again greeting the sun."

"You speak of this truth, but I am still here in this hall, when will I be returned? I ache for the sunrise, I ache for my purpose...Ah!"

"As we speak, the preparations are now in progress. Each stage planned down to the how you are to travel with each piece packaged in foam and special cases. Soon the parade will begin from the Airport to the Acropolis Museum as each piece winds its way through the streets of your creation."

The marble form stared at the wall, and a sigh whispered out... "Finally!"

" Yes, finally the truth of your being will be understood. Our joint voices can only be together singing of your beauty and sublime simplicity once your return is accomplished. The truth of your creation will then be finally understood. The gift of the day, from first light through to the noon and the moments of wisdom's birth. The togetherness of all. Yes, now no longer divided and the final blessings of sunset and days end will see you rest with the nighttime arrival of the moon, Seline to be bathed in the light of those silver arrows of the hunter. I see you there returned in my imagination, as we all do who wish for your return."

"When?"

"Now! Our one wish is so you can once again call the sun to rise over the sacred hill of the Acropolis and give it its gift to our world "The Parthenon" the symbol of democratic rule in the minds and hearts of all Greeks and Philhellenes."

"NOW?"

"We will see you return in triumph. A parade for the returned heroes. Each piece given pride of place in a convoy of trucks with images of each piece that is preciously wrapped in inside in a bed of foam and cratered until you reach your destination, featured on the sides of the trucks, so the onlookers know of your presence. A statement of the triumph and accomplishment for all who for years have worked hard for that special day. They will all be there gathered as they watch with glad hearts and smiles watching the trucks make way. They wind their way through the streets of Athens. From the airport up to the Acropolis museum past the lined streets of cheering crowds. You and all the missing pieces from the British Museum, no longer will you sit in those cold halls but to Attica you will return to the only place you are at home. The Acropolis Museum has waited for your return as have all of Greece. Each one of us have willed for your replacement back on Greece soil so your truth of being can be finally understood. "

The stone Apollo emitted his longing and stayed silent...listening to my explanations and the plan of the RETURN.

"And on that glorious day of the first showing such a crowd will gather outside your home, The Acropolis Museum".

"You must have music, and singing, the highest form of music... I demand this."

"Yes there will be, I promise that the best will deliver their best. People from all over the world will stream past your pride of place , the east end and see you greet that morning sun as the horses with their heads toss in triumph that you are finally back doing the one thing you were meant to do. Yes, calling the sun to rise on that special day when the collective human wisdom meets the divine as perfection is displayed in the form of carved marbles, The Parthenon".

"I can not sit on the hill?"

"No , I am sorry but you can never be replaced , you see the damage was to great."

"Curse you Lord Elgin and your ignorance. But please mortal continue on with this plan of return."

"Of course, I will continue. On the first light of the morning sun, it is also understood that you are not just the symbol of democratic rule but something even more... a statement of human achievement....the symbol of human in the divine as we strive for our perfected being of balance in life and freedom from our human tragic claims of fear of death... our right to celebrate as of old the connected links of new and old understandings of perfection. Yes, all this will be seen as the crowd winds passed from east to west as the day passes on to the night and see the truth of your existence."

"Yes the truth of our collective existence is to greet each day with a glad heart and welcome the blessing of being. To guide the day through the begetting of wisdom. To the sharing of the knowledge learnt. On to the final acceptance of night and being bathed in the light of Seline. So you see mortal I await for the day of return. So let it begin."

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