THE CLOCKS ARE DIFFERENT
Hidden Garden
The hidden garden was at a distance
and he had heard people talk about it
occasionally but he had no idea what it was like - his wife would tell him
about the dogwoods and he had been to Kentucky seven summers in a row when
it was humid and the tobacco plants got bigger and bigger - twice he'd been
there for Christmas and there was snow on the ground so when he thought
about Kentucky, he thought about snow and humidity and horses and tobacco
and the gods' garden was hidden - it came out at a different season - a
season when he wasn't there - the riot of color in the fall; the heavenly
dogwoods in the spring - preceded by their messengers the angelic redbuds -
so he began wondering if possibly he had missed the most important part of
life by confining himself in a prison and not getting out more - the door
was open but he was afraid to go out - the caged animal that had never seen
anything except bars and so even when the door was unlocked and opened wide
he continued his endless pacing from one side of the cage to the other
between meals - what should it take? - to drive him forth from the narrow
existence - is there a difference in words? exist & live what do they imply?
really now would you rather exist or live - maybe living is frightening and
existing is peaceful - to be confined to a narrow round of doing the same
routine over and over - baking the perfectly round pan of cornbread every
morning - not missing a single morning since he got to Kentucky - the mantra
of the routine - never getting bored by it - noticing the finest details of
the hour of prayer - so to speak - and then at noon - concocting the perfect
salad day after day - it was difficult in the winter to envision the
heavenly dogwoods - just as it was difficult to bring them to mind in
California by only visiting Kentucky during the himidity and the snow - but
one must live in all seasons - otherwise - the dogwoods hanging like - a set
of pearls between the road and the lake in the forest might be missed - so
much depends on being too early or too late - so timing is critical -
critical - critical - critical - a crisis - a turning point - a crossroads -
a cross - a cross to bear - so take up your cross and
follow me - that is critical - exist thru the humidity and the fall with its
color will appear and exist thru the snow and the dogwoods will bloom -
some places white and pink together in the spring at Easter.

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