The gardner

the Gardener

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• |05/31/2010 07:40 am
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Its been along time since the gardener stopped by to work the soil in the rose garden. i try to keep track of the days since we worked the dirt together. Many storms have blown in and out. very hard rains have beat down on the soil leaving little holes every where. its very hard for me to keep the weeds out and the soil rich waiting for his return. gardeners are still stopping by. they all start out the same. they ask "why is there not any roses in this garden?' i simply reply there were the most beautiful roses you would ever lay eyes on in this garden not long ago. With a look of confusion they always ask"how did the roses die". Over and over again, i tell the story of the wonderful gardener and his teachings. i tell of his warnings of the weeds and finally the death of the roses. i tell them how wonderful a gardner he was and how i was not a good helper. how i disappointed him and failed the garden. One by one the gardeners have come along hearing the story. one by one they tell me that the gardner should have taught me better. that i was a great helper.i always assure them that he was a wonderful gardner, he did everything he could to teach me. they always offer their help to find the gardner and teach me how to get him to return to plant the roses. one gardner even offered to meditate for the roses. Another gardner came to me promising to help me, he told me to hide the garden and he will return to find out if the roses had been planted again. little by little i lost faith in all the gardners. Most that came to help only wanted to plant in the garden themselves.i couldnt picture any other roses except the beautiful roses of submission that the wonderful gardner and i planted together. i do miss the roses and the company of him. but alas the little garden remains empty until the right gardner comes along with the right fertalizer.SO i return to the garden to pick the weeds. As iam on my knees pulling the weeds i look up the lane and see a friendly looking man heading my way.He waves and asks do you need some help? i smile and think to myself will he be the one to teach me to grow th roses of submission again? is it time to plant the tiny little seeds? am i able to commit to taking care of them the way i have been taught or will i make the same mistakes and go through the process only to have them die again and be all alone with an empty garden...