Tuesday, April 17, 2007

the garden and the voice



Two young hearts wandered into a life garden of rose bushes. Searching for the truest path through the garden, they walked around admiring the beauty of the roses. Reaching for the beauty, they pricked their palms on the long stems. Both of them sensing that they were meant to be caretakers in this garden together, found it difficult at times to handle the deep thorns of life. How would they work together? In the midst of their toil in the soil and the feeling of not knowing exactly how to tend to the delicate beauty around them, they listened for guidance.

One day in the middle of cuts and bruises they heard a voice. “Who are you?” they asked of the voice. With a tone as soft and beautiful as the roses, the voice said, “I was here when the garden was made and I will be here long after you are gone.” “What is your name?” they asked. With a gentle reply, she said, “I have been known by many different names, but you might recognize me best by Sophia.”

So with an open spirit to learn, the two young lovers walked hand in hand with Sophia through the garden. The melody of her voice sang, "It's through me, Lady Wisdom, that your life deepens, and the years of your life ripen."

2 comments:

Darla said...

michael, i think this is one of your most beautiful pieces of writing so far. i love it.

Nameless Faceless Love said...

Michael, thanks so much for your comments over at hoomahakau about the "Love Song To The Church."

My heart is blessed that you were blessed. It's all about mutual blessing, though, and I really was touched by this writing that you have shared here.

Sophia. She moves in Mysterious Ways.

Thanks, Michael.

Blessings,

Ben