The Gardener

Walls were caving in; thoughts scattered and buzzing without control; I ran. Nothing was settling til I came to this footprint of land. A tiny valley between two streets. It was overgrown with small yellow flowers. Waist high and impossibly deep. One small bee had taken it upon himself to visit each blossom. With the gentlest touch, he gave the wildflowers a little encouragement to keep growing. They turned towards the sun and swayed joyfully with a quiet breeze. The peace in this moment was overwhelming. Gentleness and care sustains gardens. Beauty blooms is all places when nurtured with love and compassion.

Samantha Ebert wrote beautifully in her song, Flowers, lyrics which describe a similar feeling to my encounter with The Gardener:

So whatever the reason, I'm barely getting by
I'll trust it's a season knowing that you're by my side
Every step of the way
And I'll be okay

'Cause I brought it up in a desperate prayer
Lord, why are you keeping me here?
Then He said to me, "Child, I'm planting seeds
I'm a good God and I have a good plan"
So trust that I'm holding a watering can
And someday you'll see that flowers grow in the valley