Katie Jo Sage

Parable: The Emperor’s Garden Once, long ago, a man returned home to his small homestead to find a friend waiting for him near the garden bed. The soil had been tilled; neat rows carved into the earth. The scent of water still lingered in the air. Seeds had been planted. His friend beamed, arms spread wide like a magician revealing a great trick. “A gift,” he announced proudly. “I planted for you the rarest flower in the kingdom.” The man looked at the disturbed ground, confused. “What kind of flower?” “The most prized in all the land,” the friend said. “The emperor’s favorite. So rare and beautiful, it is said to be a symbol of divine favor. Its care is a sacred duty.” The man raised a brow. “But these flowers are known to be difficult to grow. They require constant tending—shade and sunlight in balance, daily water carried from the river, exact temperatures, delicate pruning… even the soil must be maintained just right.” His friend nodded, still smiling. “Yes but think of the honor! ...