Here you will find a story of nurturing and neglect.... hopes and desires.....of have and have not.....


A story of a unique and splendid plant...... the ground that holds it dear..... and the water that it needs desperately to survive....


A parable of sorts.....

Once upon a time God planted a seed in a barren and desolate waste land. The seed sat there...still and quiet....waiting for the moment of quickening, when it would spring to life...This seed was not a common seed... but a seed that with special care would grow, and flourish for ever...

God's instructions were these.....He would place a seed deep within the soil of her love.... and she was to nurture and care for this special gift....her lover was to share the responsibility of this nurturing..........her gift from the soil of her being....his, the gift of his love, as water flowing, to keep their love strong and growing. God Himself would provide the sunshine to warm them and keep them strong.

And grow it did.....People would gather to admire the unique beauty of their gift.... it grew, strong. The soil and water were so pleased with what they shared.... they were truly blessed and the plant continued to grow.

Other people who saw what they shared set out to destroy it....they tugged at it's leaves.... cut at it's stem....and tried to keep the water from reaching it's roots to nourish it.....but still it grew....and still the water was there, keeping the ground moist and the plant strong....

The soil and the water knew what it was to be blessed....they knew what they were created for....God designed them to be united ....that union was to be beautiful, refreshing and renewing...not only to each other, but to all those around them.....Their wish was to fulfill that which they were created for...their divine purpose.....their reason for existence....to keep their gift strong and growing....

One day in the warmth of the summer sun, the soil began to feel parched..... the water had begun to decrease....slowly each day, the amount of moisture the ground and the plant had to nourish them was less and less.....

Feeling the plant begin to wither, the ground tried to hold on to the lessening amounts of water and keep the plant growing...she was sure that this was a passing drought... and that soon the water would return, once again, and quench their growing thirst....

The drought continued and the soil did her best to keep the plant strong and healthy... the occasional rain....or a spring storm would renew her resolve that soon the water would return and their gift would be revived.....

But still the drought continued and the occasional rains came less and less....a sprinkle now and again, but, daily she felt the pain of the plant as it slowly began to wither away....

She turned to God...to ask Him how to keep it from dying in her arms.... He reminded her of the instructions He gave......that He would place a seed deep within the soil of her love....and she was to nurture and care for this special gift.... her lover was to share the responsibility of this nurturing..........her gift from the soil of her being....his, the gift of his love, as water flowing, to keep their love strong and growing.....that only with shared responsibility would His gift to them survive.....

She tried to keep their divine gift alive....and she remained ever hopeful that the rains would return....she missed the cool softness of his touch.....and she clung desperately to the now withering plant they once cherished as much as life itself....

Finally on a cool winters day.....the parched soil could no longer keep the plant from dying....even her tears could not restore life to God's gift to them......now, in her cold and barren love she held the dead remains of their plant...their gift from God....lifeless and anything but beautiful....and she cried....

On that day God reached down to comfort her in her grieving....and from the depth of the last bloom, plucked a seed.....a special and blessed seed.....a seed such as the one He had sown once before, deep with in the soil of her love.....Maybe one day, He consoled her.....Maybe someday.....

And everynight she cries....and everyday she cries....and forever she will mourn their loss....

Author Unknown To Me