While the winter wind is about to recede gently from its lividity, a certain "rose" grows unforeseenly from nowhere. She looks pale and feeble, markedly lacking in colors. Her grace, disvalued by a past that forbids any form of remembering, overshadows the beauty that once exalts her mind and spirit.
Frail.
Enervated.
Infirm.
Anguishly seeking for refuge, her spirit screams for comfort.
Unknowingly, as the season changes to spring, she finds a glimpse of hope to fill her pallid condition.
The "Light", which used to be the very source of her despondency, now becomes the same reason of her vitality. HE sends someone to water her, to cultivate her; to care for her lost soul.
And as the day passes by, there is florescence in the air. The friendship blossoms. The "rose", responding from a tender guidance, blooms in gracile fashion.
As she sees herself affectionately from her gardener's eyes, the faith is restored. Once again, she is reminded that whichever garden she finds herself in, that same "Light", which she inadvertently doubted at times, will never abandon her delicate soul.
True enough, you will never have a better friend than the one who brings you closer to the "Light".
03.10 .2020
01:58 PM
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