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Topic: Help (02/20/06)
TITLE: Withering Beauty
By Seye Oke
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The intensity of the scorching sun was not enough to break through the gloom and despondency that has settled on me. Within minutes, seconds of discovery my life had turned around and taken a different turn - A detour down the doom lane.
My pace gradually slowed as I took the last curve. Headed away from the familiar, my mind began to flash back on events and faces that had formed me into who I had become.
Birds sang in a distant tree, the sweet harmony contradicted greatly the disheartening noise in my soul. As I wondered off the lonely walkway, I was instinctively drawn to a gardener tending to his field. On hands and knees, covered in dirt, he lovingly nurtured a young rose plant holding just one white rose flower.
It looked magnificent in the shimmering reflection of the sun. I stood transfixed, watching the gardener awhile until my presence intruded the rhythm of his work. With a smile he beckoned, I thought I might learn a lesson about roses instead I learnt a key lesson about my life
“Not all of them turn out this way” He said as I stooped besides him. “In spite of all the heart wrenching care I lavish, not all turn out spotless and beautiful.” He pointed to a plant in another corner of the garden. It was only a reflection of the beauty it once was.
This beauty had been affected by blight and so there it stood - this priceless plant; A shadow of itself- a withering beauty.
Life suddenly came into perspective; my creator made me a beauty - Within and without. An epitome of adoration, indeed He must have lavished me with His loving care, just like the gardener. But unlike the white rose plant I had made choices, unfortunate choices which placed me in a precarious position. My life felt like the blight infested rose plant- A withering beauty
“How the gold has lost its luster” I thought. “The good part of all these is,” the gardener broke into my thought “If this plant responds to my care it can regain its former beauty.” His words struck my heart like a note on an accordion. It didn’t take a miracle for me to see clearly, my life didn’t have to go wasted. I still had a choice - I chose life and submitted my very existence to the tender care of my Maker - The Restorer of souls.
“Heal me within and restore color to my horizon,” I prayed and prayed until I felt a wave of relieve wash over me.
With a grateful smile I thanked the gardener and made my way back home, a changed being. It only took a simple afternoon walk, a mundane gardener and a white rose to restore luster to this withering beauty.
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