The purpose of the garden is to grow a gardener |
In a distant place, a barren land, blistered and beaten by sun and sand God whispered man a silent plan "Plant a garden here young man". "Here my Lord? It is scorched and dry rock, thistle and sand here lie All that I plant will come to die but because you ask, I surely try". " Give no heed to what you see what I plan will come to be Let all concern return to me tend this ground on bended knee". Man prayed as had been said he went to work with faith instead He broke the ground and daily fed from heart and wounded hands that bled Relentless sun was laid his crown but spared the consecrated ground Sand and wind would daily pound but did not touched what he put down Gentle rains with evening came they fell, no where else the same His ground grew rich, dark and tame all other ground was ruin and shame He labored long, spread hope and seed kept from there the dangerous weed He daily prayed its every need his love became the garden's feed From all the scorched and barren land came plush a green out of the sand From tender heart and calloused hand erupted splender from the plan Outstreched upon the wondrous ground face impaled in the dirt he found As though a man in earth could drown his lips left praise in every mound Then came again the voice once heard it trembled in his heart as word "Well youv'e done and well you serve our garden grows from faith and nerve". "I give you now far greater worth another garden not of earth Prepared for you before your birth her only need to make her first". "Give only gentle, tender care truth alone should come to bear Bathe her deep with daily prayer all harshness, any anger spare". "Give not to much to other men she will grow from time you spend Take not from her to give to them most are pretenders, she the friend". "Give great concern to what you grow each day examine all you sow For what you give in time will show the depth of care revealed in row". A garden feeds from caring hand deprived of love it turns to sand view the garden on his land a window to the heart of man. |