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Martha was alone, wandering among trees and flowers, her head spinning from enticing aromas.

The sun has just came up, gently touching tender petals — softly wiping away the night tears.

Pharaoh’s garden had it all: mighty branches of Power trees; dense, glittering shrubs of Wealth; bright, spiky trees of Success - those were old inhabitants of the garden, but never out of fashion, and always in demand. The new ones, but growing very fast — trees of Web Popularity - were plentiful. Their branches were studded with big yellow thumb-up’s, shiny stars and phoney, plastic pink hearts. Despite the good number of such trees in the garden, the lower branches were bare — all “fruit” gone, and one could see ladders up against the trunks — for those who wanted to get to the top — where the “fruit” were still in abundance.

They all looked good and very attractive, and Martha was tempted to stop and pick some, many times, and there was no reason not to.  But her heart would not let her — it would wince and twinge, in pain, every time she tried to stop or lift her arm towards one of those. So she kept walking. The paths became narrow and uneven, and trees sparse. She came almost to the end of the garden, when she noticed two small trees, with fragile looking branches, and unpretentious, unappealing “fruits”. She almost turned around — to go back, when her heart — suddenly filled with joy — started beating so fast that it made her stop, breathless.  She was bewildered, and her mind was offering a million excuses why she shouldn’t take any of those small, plain, hard “fruits," but her heart would not accept any reasoning, any perfect — but deceiving — logic of the mind, and would not let her go. Very reluctantly, she took some from each tree - Loving Sacrifice and Loving Surrender — the only two trees bearing sweet “fruits”. All others have bitter or sour aftertaste — not good for the heart ...
for hearts need “sweet food” ...