You
are a man of great intelligence and common sense. Whose only flaw has been the tainted memories of his life's
past, that at this moment does not bare repetitious thought.
What does bare reminding is the memory of the rose God has blessed you
with and the garden for which it grows.
In
tending to your garden lately, the rose wore the appearance of the storms that
have plagued the garden since the Lord first planted the bulb.
In the beginning it was tended with much warmth and love, from the hugs
of sunshine to the kisses of dew.
After
this beautiful rose came to full bloom the garden began to fill with darkness
that only fear can abode, that takes true love away from its roots of home.
With the darkness from the clouds come the rage of the storms.
Not one mind you, but many plagued this remorseful, peaceful, graceful
garden for which this rose of love had grown.
With every drop of fear come the taste of tears that poured and flowed from the cascading petals that once were so full and revered.
Through
the clouds, thunder and lightening were born, and terror of the clashing and
banging from the bolts to the ground, shook the foundation for which the roots
were firmly ground. What would have
happened if they were laid waste? Where
would the rose be this very day?
The
garden cried to the Lord to bring calmness and stillness, to restore to the
garden the Lord's living will. For
only the flower could weep and cry no more.
God would open the sky and the sun would shower with love and warmth once
more.
The
period of sorrow would rain for days. The
taste of displeasure would linger with pain.
The leaves would be wilted, tethered and torn.
The roots would be pulled, but still standing strong.
Deanna