In a small rural town, nestled in between the mountains was found a mansion of monumental size. The gardens around this mansion were exquisite. Not a weed could be found. The flowers and flowering shrubs were well kept. The master made sure that the flowers obtained just the right amount of sunlight, water, and fertilizer. He walked the paths of the garden daily and talked and prayed over his flowers. As he talked to them they grew in excellence turning their heads to the sun as if breathing in the very Sun. They were so glad to be alive in this garden that if they had not been attached to the ground, they would have danced before the Master of the garden
Things went on like this for many years. The flowers were joyful. What a wonderful Master they had. All they could give the Master was all the color and natural beauty and aroma that they had. The Master felt their presence before him was enough.
Suddenly without notice the mansion was over-taken by another master. This master did not take care of the beautiful gardens. He let the weeds take over. These weeds soon choked out a number of the really beautiful flowers. Without fertilizer and sufficient water the flowers started to droop. Only the hardy survived. When the master would pass through he would cast a dark shadow upon the flowers causing a depression of sorts to come upon the flowers. He never spoke any encouraging words. His words were harsh and cutting.
The flowers thought and thought. How could they get the other master back before they were all wiped out? They closed their beautiful blossoms and thought. As they did this, they remembered that the Master had often come to this garden where he prayed and prayed over them. They suddenly knew the answer. They would pray as He did. In a floral prayer stanced they all began to pray for the master’s return. They prayed daily and watched to see what would happen. Somehow in this process of praying they grew stronger. They began to over-take the weeds. Their petals became fuller and brighter as they lifted theirs heads to the sun.
One day after a long floral prayer stance, they unfolded their pedals and looked up and behold down the path came the first Master. He was dressed in rich robes, kingly robes. The Master had a large smile upon his face as He cradled each flower and said, “Well done my good and faithful flower. You prayed, and I have come. I will never leave you again.” Thus the Master lived with the flowers of His Garden for eternity.