Couldn’t resist sharing it.
Divine gratitude to the sender
THE FALLEN FLOWERS 🌺
Every morning I saw an elderly gentlemen 👴 picking up flowers 🌸💐 fallen under the tree 🌳and neatly keep in a basket 🧺, meant for temple 🛕 visits. His activity was making me curious
One fine morning 🌄 I saw him again, and decided to quench my curiosity.
I asked him, Uncle, I always see you picking up these freshly fallen flowers 🌸🌺 from the ground. What do you do with them?
I use it to worship deities and gods in my house 🏠, he replied calmly.
Now this was new. Haven’t heard anything like this before. So, I asked him again, “Why will you put fallen flowers 🌸🌹, when there are plenty on the plant itself?”.
I am helping the flowers 🌸🌻 fulfil their purpose, to be with the God in their last days. They also have life, they also want to be with God like you and me in our last days, isn’t it, he asked me. I just nodded and he continued.
People pluck the buds 🌷 which have not even bloomed, and some only pluck the one’s which has just bloomed, not even letting them release their fragrance. Everyone takes what’s beautiful and leaves the plant stripped off its beauty. See, how these plants look like, stripped and deserted.
He continued, every flower 💐 has a purpose, to be with the God. While everyone takes away what’s there on the plant, I choose to pick them up. It’s not their fault that they fell down. They also deserve to be with God.
You also try it, you will find peace and happiness in doing it. I find it, that’s why I did it. I am too old support anyone, but I can help these flowers 🌻🌻 meet their destiny.
I could just nod and smile 😊
With this new inspiration and thought, I decided that let me also try picking up fallen flowers 💐 for worshipping.
I crossed a hibiscus 🌺 tree and saw few flowers fallen under the tree. As I bent down to pick up, I heard a voice
“You don’t put fallen flowers to God”, it was my Mom speaking to in my head, and then I stopped for a second.
“God is only looking for your emotion & devotion towards him, so go ahead and pick up”, it was again my Mom speaking to me in my head
After much deliberation and looking at both sides, I picked the flowers 🌸🌻 and put it in my palms. I could feel goose bumps and my heart 💖 started racing. It was a very different kind of love I was feeling inside my body for these flowers 🌹🌸.
I got them home 🏡, washed them and placed them where they deserved, at the feet of God.
This entire experience was overwhelming. I felt good and nice about myself. I felt as if I have saved someone’s life or helped someone come out of misery. I had never felt this level of contentment before with flowers atleast. And I feel, I will continue to do this. Pick up who has fallen down.
In life, we always want to be around nice and beautiful people. We want to see ourselves with people who belong to our stature, and look down on people below our status
But, the real satisfaction comes when we help someone and make their life better. Be it a human, animal, bird or any other form of life.
So, why not flowers 🌸💐
THE FALLEN FLOWERS 🌸
Have a Great Day and God Bless Us All👌👍😊🙏👍
June 20, 2022 at 8:45 am
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June 20, 2022 at 9:04 am
Leaves That Rot
And Green Most
Often Have Compassion
For Leaves Not Yet Turning Green
Same As Wilting
By Love or Circumstances
of Sunshine Above Below
SMiLes Dear Savvy A Greatest
BLeSSinG of Going to Hell For 66 Months
iN A Place Lower Than Dante Could Ever
Imagine in His Allegory ‘Missing the Mark’
Descending So Much Lower From Rising
For Indeed There is a Place WHere Even
Demons Fear To Tread Now For It’s True
In that Place Demons Are Actually
Angels if They Could Just Make
One Feel Anything at All
Sure Fear or
Just to Even
Exist Living Dead
Anyway A Best Gift of Going
to that Place is When You Get Out
THere is No Above or Below You Find
That the Lowest Valley is the Same Height
As the Highest Mountain Only Another Valley
or Mountain to Find to Climb As THere is Only
One Way Up
To Climb Now of
After One has Fallen to
Lowest Valley Heights oF ALL
So What This Means is All Is FRiEnD
DarK Thru LiGHT And When You Visit Church
And You Feel and Sense the Person Siting in Front
of You is Struggling in Such a Place You Don’t Wait
For Them To Turn Around And Shake Your Hand After
Whatever Lord’s Prayer is Spoke or Sung You Find Someway
To Reach Out And Touch Them To Feel And Sense WHere You’ve Been
With them Yes
And Find Some
Spark to Give
And Sensing More Fully Being Human
And Yes Coming Back Home to BeLong
When We Don’t Turn Away From ‘Those’ Lost
Not Only Are ‘They’ Found We Continue to Stay Around…
Always a Blessing to Meet Someone Where We’ve Been
New Bloom of
Life This Living HoMe Love…
FLoWeRS We Rise And Fall
Seeds We Always Are
Leaves Brown Wilting Flowers
A Promise For An Ever More With
Every Seed of Love Spread More iN LiGHT
With No Hiding
A FLaME mY FRiEnD…
i Am Similarly Inspired As You
Are Today By A Wilting Flower
in a Church i Visited Today i’m Sure Will Color Again…
The Church Above Below Our Milky Way Indeed THeRE
is No Escape
To Stay At HoME..:)