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The scorched earth 
ignored and neglected
with no evidence 
of last year’s beauties. 

A garden sits smothered in weeds
useless in this condition,
taking her, 
while holding hands
they begin 
the Lesson of the Garden.
 

What part of your life is neglected?

What is the "one" thing you would change?
 
They stand 
looking at the overgrowth
such carelessness
turning to his sweet, He says,
"It will be up to you to clear this
space of neglected waste."
She stared with questioning 
disbelief at his want,
until sadness closed shut.
 

What was your largest sacrifice?

Do you trust enough to give completely?
 

Timidly among the weeds 
she took her place.
Softness of her body 
amongst such sharpness,
in absolute disbelief 
how can this could be expected.
Bowing in submission 
she begins pulling
with anger filled rage, 
she’s crying
with shouting words inside, 
“i need Your help!”


If asked, how far would you go?

What was the last thing you quit?
 
Under shade of tree 
not wanting the sun,
He drinks,
soothingly cool lemonade. 
Watching her shoulders 
match the glow 
on her cheeks
so softly reddened. 
Wiping away 
the sweat on his brow
nothing need be said, 
He’s simply watching. 
 

Would you ask for help if truly needed?

When was the last time you asked?
 
Tired and near exhaustion
the land was being stripped free. 
On knees inching forward,
still pulling,
her once delicate hands 
now bleed. 
A tear slips from her eye
that her shoulder 
quickly hides. 
 

Do you consider yourself emotional?

Would you fight or argue in public?
 
The area now cleared 
she stares in His direction.
Easing from His space 
He inspects the garden. 
There in the corner
 a bush covered in thorn. 
Eyes of disbelief 
He instructs its removal.
Too tired and weak, 
she simply obeys.
 

What are you most proud of?

What was the last thing you gave away?
 
Clean, bare and pure 
the garden sits ready. 
He scoops her 
into his arms 
there’s time to recover
a heated bath 
in silken bubbles 
he gently places her,
delicately undressed from frame. 
Every muscle aches.
No longer can she hold on
to the emotion
in this water 
what was known now breaks. 
Soft whispers, 
soothing music and candlelight
begin to invade her void.
 

What part of you is most sensitive?

How often do you find time for yourself?
 
The next morning,
she was pampered,
A feast was brought 
to her in bed.
There in a fresh light,
He opened the blinds 
exposing the work she created. 
Proud smiles
on their faces 
they laugh in delight.
Helping her into clothing
His gentle kisses 
embrace her completely. 
 

What will be your most intimate moment?

What do you love most about yourself?
 
To their Garden 
where she will sit
being her Master, 
He will plant 
their favorite flowers.
First choice
 the Gardenia shrub
rich aromatic flavor 
filling their sense of scent.
To the row of Wisteria 
hanging over vine. 
To dotted roses 
of yellow, crimson, and white. 
Daisies, hibiscus, and jasmine 
will grow in time. 
Their garden 
now planted and complete
 

What is most sacred to you?

What is one thing you can't replace?
 
Near his love again, 
their eyes meet
Adoring the beauty 
of their creation
they all into 
their kissing hour. 
In the arms 
of the other, 
he asks,
“What are you holding 
behind your back?”
Silently,
she extends a closed hand
eyes avoid eyes. 
Opening slowly 
she exposes to Him
A thorn.
 

What is symbolic of her thorn?

Do you currently hold any?
 
Now complete
They’ll discuss 
in beautiful detail
her answers 
to these questions in
The Garden Lesson