You guys are always blessing me with your artistic creations. I can't draw so I wrote a little story, hope it blesses you. It's sort of a love story, sort of a poem, sort of allegorical but not as much as some might think, everything is true and really happened.
Those who know me, know that I'm hopeless. What they don't know is I have hope, a secret love, faith, trust, and a promise.
"I will give you all the desires of your heart"
So many things I do not understand but I know that God is true and I know that love is his free gift to us.
In the springtime of my garden grows beautiful flowers short and tall.
The most anticipated is not there, it grows alone on a barren cliff wall.
She only comes once a year and the briefest glimpse never fails to stir my heart.
Her flowers form a blazing ball of red-violet-blue, a living work of art.
After much prayer and fasting, I had a vision on an angel, she touched my hand and broke my heart. God only knows how I prayed for her broken wing, full knowing that she would soon fly far away.
In the summer of my garden, grows a flower dressed in simple white.
So sweet and heavenly is it's fragrance, it lures the bees in flight.
Armed only with this fragrant flower, I dared to cross an unknown sea.
I found safe harbor in her arms as she welcomed and embraced me.
Briefly we talked about the future as she showed me an incredible view.
She told me, one day God would call her back to stay and then away she flew.
The summer's past, the flowers fade, the storms are having a ball.
The leaves turn brown and with my tears, they slowly begin to fall.
All hope is gone when the cold winds blow and snow covers the ground.
But God always gives us hope if we open our eyes and look around.
In the middle of my sadness, I found a perfect blood-red rose.
It's not reasonable to expect flowers in winter but there it was, she grows.
I do not know the ending of this story, if I will ever see her again. I do know that spring always follows winter. I know that God is love and God is true. I know that no matter how discouraging our circumstances, we can always hope and trust for they are free.
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Love one another, for that is pure, undefiled religion.
Don
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