Someone gave his friend a rare flower, telling him to always take care of it. And she loved her very warmly, caring for her with all her love.
But one day, her friend, taken by some small worries of life, forgot about her, and in the evening, when he came home, the flower was bent over and crying. He immediately, very carefully, gave her a glass of water to drink. Then the flower slowly raised its forehead, recovered and thanked him.
But the friend, after a few days, forgot the flower again, for several days. When he remembered her, he hurried to take care of her again. The flower had withered and barely woke her to life; the flower thanked him again.
But after a while, the man forgot, again, about his flower. The worries of life absorbed him for many days, and when he remembered his flower, it had died of carelessness.
The man said to himself: the flower died because of my negligence! And the man was ashamed and sorry. But too late, because the flower died.
This is what happens to each of us. God, the Great Gardener of Life, has given us the wonderful flower of our soul.
One day we will be asked of Him:
What did you do with the chosen flower of the soul that I gave you ?!
Most of the time we don't just forget about the ones we love, we even forget about ourselves.
By Pr. Valeriu Dobrescu, ,,Istorioare moral-religioase’’, Editura Icona, Arad, 2016
