The Olive Tree
A confused sub came before a wise Master who adored her. She felt that
to submit to him would mean she would open her heart to unbearable pain
should he ever leave her. She hungered for him and needed him, but
was ready to walk away in panic. The gentle Master knelt her before
him and started a tale of love and devotion. As she looked up at him
his arms began to widen and open like a large tree stretches its
branches to the sky. At that moment the Master appeared rooted to the
floor and his impressive size towered above her like a giant tree. Then
he began to speak...
I'm here for you...now and always no matter how far time and space takes us....
Whether you walk away from me today or you stay and serve me I will not turn
from
you. I am as patient as time itself; I will take not from you unless
you give freely and completely of yourself but I give onto
youregardless-- for my love is unconditional....
If
your skin grows dry and loses its luster, the oil from my fruit will
restore it and make it glisten, When you need comfort my leaves will
gently caress your face with the slightest breeze, When you need
discipline my branches will correct you when the wind blows strong, If
you just need my shade to protect you from the sun, my branches will
shade
and protect you. If you need warmth at night my fallen branches will
fuel the fire to keep you warm and safe; if you need a refreshing
breeze my leaves will fan you and cool you. You are my gardener. When
you submit to me; you tend that which keeps me vibrant and full of life. When
you kneel under me and till the soil you give breath to my roots, When
you water me, my sap flows strong through me and raise my limping
branches, When you soil yourself collecting fertilizer with your bare
hands you strengthen me, and humble me with your devotion. Although my
life will go on, life would not be the same without you. Your
dedication and unconditional care for me keeps me vibrant and nurtures
my very core. The sustenance and protection I give you seems little
reward for your servitude. Still the gardener serves the tree from her heart and the tree gives to her heart all that he can!
