Read The Poem Below
Then Answer the questions with detail and honest thought behind it all.
The scorched earth was ignored and neglected No evidence of last year’s beauties A garden sits smothered in weeds now.
Useless land in this condition, Taking her, while holding hands They begin their lesson of the Garden.
They stand looking at the overgrowth
Tears silently fall inside because of the carelessness Gently turning to his sweet, he says, “It will be up to you to clear this place,
this space of neglect and hate.”
She stares with questioning disbelief at his want, sadness closes shut.
Timidly among weeds she takes her place.
Softness of her body amongst such sharpness, In disbelief how this could be expected.
Bowing in submission she begins pulling.
Anger filled with silent rage, as she’s crying
There are shouting words inside, “Help me.”
Under shade of tree not wanting the sun
He drinks the soothingly cool lemonade
Watching her shoulders becoming reddened
Matching the glow on her cheeks
Wiping away the sweat on his brow
Nothing need be said, simply watching
Tired and near exhaustion
The land is being stripped free
On knees inching forward still pulling
Her once delicate hands now bleed
A tear slips from her eye her shoulder quickly hides the evidence
The area now cleared she stares in his direction.
Easing from this space he inspects the yard.
There in the distance was a bush covered in thorn Eyes of disbelief as he instructs its removal.
Too tired and weak, she simply obeys.
Clean, bare and pure she can do no more.
He eases her into his arms to carry her off.
A heated bath with silken bubbles awaits her, delicately undressed from frame
every muscle in her body aches.
No longer can she hold onto the emotion
In this water what was known now breaks
Soft whispers, soothing music and candlelight Invade her void.
The next morning she was pampered,
A feast brought to her in bed.
There in a fresh light, Opened blinds exposed the work she had done A proud smile upon their faces as they laughed in delight.
Helping her into clothing his gentle kisses embraced her completely.
To the Garden where she will sit
being her Master, he shall plant the flowers.
First choice is of the Gardenia shrub
Rich aromatic flavor filling their sense of scent.
To the row of Wisteria hanging over vine
The dotted roses of yellow, crimson, and white Daisies, hibiscus, and jasmine will grow in time. The garden now planted and complete
Near his love again, their eyes meet
Adoring the beauty of this creation.
Falling 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
Opening slowly she exposes to him
A thorn.
His lesson now complete
They’ll discuss in beautiful detail
The true meaning of their Garden
And what she has learned today
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What part of your life is neglected?
What is the “one” thing you would change?
What was the largest sacrifice you’ve made?
Do you trust enough to give to another completely?
What was the last thing you quit?
Would you ask for help if truly needed?
When was the last time you asked?
Do you consider yourself emotional?
Would you fight or argue in public?
What are you most proud of?
What was the last thing you gave away?
What part of your body is most sensitive to touch?
How often do you find time for yourself?
What was/will be your most intimate moment?
What do you love most about yourself?
What is most sacred to you?
What is one thing you can’t replace?
What is symbolic of the thorn?
Do you currently hold any?
What did this lesson teach you?