One day I was talking with God.
I unloaded my heart of so much injustice I saw. With anguish and anger that I could hardly bear, as I described this instance that triggered my crisis, a person I knew had the audacity to abuse my generosity and insult me so casually. I spoke passionately secretly wishing some revenge that God Himself might inflict to avenge me.
With passion and boldness I spoke when suddenly my mind stop dead. blank, nada, empty, nothing.
Gradually a feeling, more than words, a recognition of a scene that could barely be deciphered. Then, I understood an invitation was before me. I felt such faint words, words without speech or sound. But more accurately, I understood like a horn in my ear.
“Look….,” I was invited, “Look how beautiful are these flowers” There in front of me was a garden, incredibly diverse and vigorous. God and I were now sitting on a wall at the edge of this beautiful garden whose perfume filled the air.
See? See how these flowers emanate such pleasant scent.
Watch as they sway with the breeze”
That is exactly what I saw, flowers of all kinds, of all colors, all sizes gently rocking as the breeze blew even those so high up in the air.
Captivated by that vision, like honey made of air, I understood that this garden exuded solidarity, companionship, brotherhood, a joy that was part of the color, shape, each petal, so pervasive was the joy they all were.
“Look,” God told me again, “Look how all the flowers …….” I understood, I understood just exactly what He said, what He told me speechlessly.. that all the flowers were for Him, with him, and he knew each so intimately, even those hidden close to the ground, believing that He did not see them, and those, so small believing that God could not see them, those who would eem neglected or ugly, and those great, prominent, brilliant, that could be seen from everywhere, all, absolutely all know Him and His infinite tenderness protects them and feeds them, whether they did not realize it so.
God showed me His beautiful garden, where each of its flowers do not complain of other flowers, nor envy, don’t bother each other, nor hate each other or thought to be unsuitable. None spoke ill of another …. Including those growing in the shadows, believing that God did not see them.
God did not say anything more. He had nothing more to say. I understood so clearly that He sees all the flowers, He cares for all the flowers, and all the flowers are from His garden where all love Him. I understood it as such beautiful lesson. Our love is for Him, our vision, and attention and understanding is to praise Him
His is justice and mercy, to Him belongs to dispense them as He sees fair