Once
upon a time, in the grassy plains, near the
Foothills
of the Rocky Mountains,
There
grew several fields of wild flowers.
They
grew so gleefully in various groups, sizes,
Shapes
and colors. And every spring a new class
Would
Blossom and brighten the valley floor.
An
old gardener tended to these flowers with
Great
love and admiration. One day while looking
Westward,
He noticed a particular group of
Columbines.
They stood so radiant and bright in
The
morning sun, but something was wrong. A
Barren
spot appeared in the middle. He gently
Knelt
down to find, 13 withered stems, their
Blossoms
gone! This saddened him deeply. Why
Did
they die?
As
days past the rest of the Columbines in that
Group
began to sag and lose their luster, almost as
If
in morning. Some might blow away and reseed
Elsewhere.
The old gardener became very
Concerned
and began to feed, nurture, and care
For
the remaining Columbines with great love.
And
in a short time the Columbines started to
Grow
stronger and brighter and nourish
Themselves.
Eventually
the Columbines flourished and grew to
Magnificent
beauty and blossom with all their
Majesty.
And the barren ground where the 13
Withered
stems once stood was now full once
Again.
And the old gardener was filled with joy
And
happiness for he knew that only love would
Heal
his beautiful Columbines.
But this story is about more than flowers you see
Our lord is the gardener
The columbines are the students and teachers
And only love can heal the barren spots in our hearts
In memory to those 15 Columbines who died that spring day.
April 20th 1999
Author anonymous
Columbine Report
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