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Opening the garden ... of the heart The garden opens its gates each year ... as the gardener watches in anticipation, as frost and freeze have finally yielded ... yet early visitors want a carpet of color (its not quite spring) and holler to each other, "How little these bushes, how ugly this stream, how useless they seem."1 The gardener knows better and calmly explains, "in time we will harvest bushels of berries. these will be red and juicy, those black and loved by bears we'll be lucky if they don't glean them first." "Well, this one tried to grab my purse!" "Ah, to love a rose we must forgive its thorns, to inhale its fragrance we must nourish its nature, cherish it for whatever it offers... and never scorn.2 They walk through the drizzle under umbrellas, sidestepping the puddles, avoid every wet frond. "Why don't you drain this dank muddy pond?" "I'm fond of the blossoms that rise from the muck each summer." The visitors wrinkle their noses. "Yuck." "Well, lets move on and not block the view for those behind us."3 Around the back bare trees overshadow slick paths, shading the promise of ferns and moss. "I like flowers. I have no use for forests." "This tall tree pelts us with nuts by the hundreds; these twigs ease pain; this straight limb will give its life to provide us shelter; these beckon with golden leaves come autumn; they have earned my respect and deserve to remain."4 And so the gardener gently guides his guests breathing deep to put his own anger to rest as he remembers his teacher, a master gardener, who showered him with patience over the years and taught him how to overcome inner fears by showing him how to tend the garden and make it his friend.5 © Kåre Enga [177.109] (29.juni.2020) Story-poem of 36 lines for:
June Prompt: Anger We all of us feel angry every now and then. How do you deal with it? How do you overcome it? How do you stop it from leading to resentment? 6 1005 Footnotes |