Monday, July 9, 2012

The Magnolia Flower

Once upon a time there was a magnolia tree, and it grew the most beautiful flowers of its time. There was one flower in particular who not only had the most beautiful fragrance; it carried within it, the seed of love. It worked very hard at being the prettiest flower on the tree, in hopes that someone would come and pick it for their very own. The flower could not speak what its heart held dear, but only wish for it. Every year, it would take in just the right amount of living water, and sunshine from the magnolia tree, seeing to it that its fragrance would be the best of all the flowers. And oh how that flower longed to be chosen. Year after year, the flower waited, until one day, it could not take it any longer, and so it wilted, and the seeds fell out of the flower like tears, and it died, because no one came to pick it.

Love

People use the word love so loosely; with me it has a greater meaning. For me to love is to feel deeply for another. I don't take it lightly. When I open my heart and really love someone and show them with deep affection, I get hurt if I see it being treated casually. To me when two people really love each other it should be like taking care of a precious flower like a rose with just the right amount of nurturing and viewed in “awe” like it's really special, never taking it for granted. For when we take things for granted they wither and die just like a rose. It needs living water, light, nourishment and most especially treated with respect. A rose is a symbol of love. People place it in churches, in weddings, in hospitals, in funerals, on crosses; many times given to someone they love. If it's not treated with respect then it's just another flower among many others. So is the way of true love. It should stand out, be treated with respect. The way I feel is that I'd rather be alone as a rose than to be seen as just another flower. To me to love someone is to be in “awe” of them, with deep respect as one loves God. I believe in my heart that this kind of love does exist and it's the kind that I want before my life is over. I hope and pray that I will find it.