Oct 12, 2004 23:08
Long ago, a young man took a stroll through a garden. This place was intoxicating to say the least. A gentle breeze made its presence known as beautiful petals swirled around him. The aroma of fresh flowers filled his senses and awakened his spirit. The flowers, however, were very much the same...this is what the young man found so comforting. This place was familiar.
Until one day he stumbled across a strange flower...a stunning array of color and life that he had not planted. He took of his gardening gloves and stared at his thorn-scarred hands, remembering the times before he had drifted too close to certain roses. The pain, he decided, was not enough to keep him from drawing closer to this miracle.
The beautiful blues, deep greens and purples created visions of heaven in his heart. He felt at home, something he had not felt in a very long while. The young man immediately began to wonder, why? Why would such a masterpiece grace his garden? Who was he to care for something so inspiring?
He touched the soft petals, and he began to cry. He could see, at a closer view, that this flower had been taken for granted. Yet this did not diminish its worth. Instead, the young man vowed to himself...never again will something so beautiful be taken for granted.
The young man was, to say the least, in love. He waits..
Benny boy