In my dream thoughts
the traveller was out,
strolling in
the trees of the world
the forest of human life
Sensations of sunlight
smells of nature's wood,
almost spellbound in
the pictures created
in his mind.
As he walked
he came across a garden
nestled in a meadow clearing.
The garden was a
fascination of colours,
vibrancy and marvels,
the traveller pondered on how
it was so wonderful,
and he noticed the gardener.
An old man
dressed in an overcoat
with a crumpled hat,
tenderly touching
caring for each plant.
"Excuse me sir, can you tell
me the secret of your garden?"
The old gardener turned
and the traveller saw
a frail face
of wrinkles that showed
years of service, care and pain,
he noticed the friendly blue eyes
behind the glasses, nose perched.
The gardener smiled at the visitor
welcomed him and replied,
"This garden is beautiful
because....well.... God gave
the sunlight, rain and soil
and I planted a few seeds."
He then turned to
continue working
but paused, thinking,
"You can create Christ's gardens
of love. I tell you... they are the lasting ones"
The traveller noticed
a dimming
a wearying around the gardener
and he faded, disappeared, gone forever.
And the traveller walked home
But each year he returned
finding that as time passed
the garden was growing
more beautiful,
wild but ordered
as if tended by
unseen hands,
and somehow the traveller
knew God's plan;
sensed a connection to futures.
The traveller brought some seeds
on his next journey,
scattered them
adding to garden generations
adding to dreams and desires
adding to fragrance and fun
adding to love and life.
In my dream thoughts
the gardener was Dad
The traveller was myself
Or maybe you.
Starting Thoughts: We learn a lot about ourselves and others when a family member dies. Memories of them evolve over time. Death is real but so is legacy and generational blessing.
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