Tárogató, 1949-1950 (12. évfolyam, 1-12. szám)
1949-10-01 / 4. szám
TÁROGATÓ 13 GOD’S GARDEN On a starry night two little angels flew from heaven to earth. As they flew they seemed to be in a great hurry, and rather excited about something. When they reached the earth, they began very busily to plant a garden. “We must be sure to plant each flower just where God said it should be” said one little angel. “Yes”, said the other. “And, oh, don’t you hope they’ll stay and grow just where He wants them?” Soon they had finished their work. “Now”, they said, “when God sends the rain and sunshine, it won’t be long before they will all be in bloom.” Then they flew back to heaven. Day after day came the rain, the sunshine and the breezes, so that soon God’s garden was full of beautiful bloom. In one corner, just near the fence, grew a little blue flower. The other flowers all loved her because she was so modest sweet and happy. Just over the fence grew a tall thistle and many weeds. “Why don’t you come over here and live with us?” the thistle asked the blue flower. “We haven’t any fence about us and we can see all over the world, and watch the people as they go by.” But he didn’t tell her that those people often tramped them underfoot. The flowers of the garden said to the little blue one, “Oh, don’t go. God put you here, and He knows where you will grow best.” Still the thistle coaxed, and one night when the flowers were asleep, the blue one slipped under the fence and nestled down by the side of the thistle. The next day the sun didn’t shine in God’s garden, and the rain was like tear-drops on the faces of the flowers. For a few days the little flower was quite happy in her new home, but soon she began to feel very uncomfortable. The thistle was so big and tall, and the weeds grew so thickly about her, it seemed she could scarcely breathe. She couldn’t feel the warm sunshine and the rain as she had in God’s garden. How she wished she could go back in her own little bed on the other side of the fence, but the thistle and the weeds were too strong for her. One night God came to visit His garden. He walked down its paths, and smiled on each flower as it lay sleeping in the moonlight. But God was sad when He saw the empty bed in the corner. He knew at once where His little flower had gone, for, God loves us even when we do wrong, and He always knows wher we are and what we are doing. He stooped over the fence, tenderly lifted the flower and patted it down in its own bed. Then He said: “My little flower, you forgot about me so you got into trouble. Remember that I love you always, and that without you in your place my garden can never be quite perfect, as I want it to be.” In the morning the flowers of the garden were so glad to welcome their little friend back again, but she hung her head in shame, and for days she couldn’t smile and be happy as she used to before she went under the fence. Then she remembered what God had said to her—that He would always love her, and that His garden could never be perfect without her. So she decided to try to grow and bloom again. The next time God visited His garden He found it perfect. —Mrs. (Willard) Melbourne Brewing. WEE WILLIE’S OTHER CHEEK By Bertha Gagos “Here comes Wee Willie Wilkins”, Butch Ferris cried as Wilbur approached the school-house. “Let’s snowball him!” Wilbur tried to dodge the volley of snowballs flung by the boys on the playground, but one, containing a small rock, struck his cheek. The boys laughed. “Wee Willie got his pretty face messed up,” someone shouted. Wilbur dashed angrily up the steps and into the school building. “Good morning, Wilbur,” Miss Knight greeted OUR ENGLISH SECTION.
