Once upon a time, in the heart of the Western Kingdom, lay a beautiful garden. And there, in the cool of the day, the Master of the garden was wont to walk. Of all the denizens of the garden, the most beautiful and most beloved was gracious and noble bamboo. Year after year, bamboo grew yet more noble and gracious, conscious of his Master’s love and watchful delight, but modest and gentle withal. And often when the wind came to revel in the garden, Bamboo would cast aside his grave stateliness, to dance and play right merrily, tossing and swaying and leaping and bowing in joyous abandon, leading the Great Dance of the garden, Which most delighted the Master’s heart. 

Now, once upon a day, the Master himself drew near to contemplate his Bamboo with eyes of curious expectancy. And Bamboo, in a passion of adoration, bowed his great head to the ground in loving greeting. 

The Master spoke: “Bamboo, Bamboo, I would use you.” 

Bamboo flung his head to the sky in utter delight. The day of days had come, the day for which he had been made, the day to which he had been growing hour by hour, the day in which he would find his completion and his destiny. 

His voice came low: “Master, I’m ready. Use me as Thou wilt.” 

“Bamboo,” – The Master’s voice was grave — “I would have to take you and cut you down!” 

A trembling of great horror shook Bamboo…”Cut …me… down ? Me.. who thou, Master, has made the most beautiful in all thy Garden…cut me down! Ah, not that. Not that. Use me for the joy, use me for the glory, oh master, but cut me not down!” 

Beloved Bamboo,”-The Master’s voice grew graver still-“If I cut you not down, I cannot use you.” 

The garden grew still. Wind held his breath. Bamboo slowly bent his proud and glorious head. There was a whisper: 

“Master, if thou cannot use me other than to cut me down.. then do thy will and cut”. 

“Bamboo, beloved Bamboo, I would cut your leaves and branches from you also”. 

“Master, spare me. Cut me down and lay my beauty in the dust; but would thou also have to take from me, my leaves and branches too?” 

“Bamboo, if I cut them not away, I cannot use you.” 

The Sun hid his face. A listening butterfly glided fearfully away. And Bamboo shivered in terrible expectancy, whispering low: “Master, cut away” 

“Bamboo, Bamboo, I would yet… split you in two and cut out your heart, for if I cut not so, I cannot use you.” 

Then Bamboo bowed to the ground: “Master, Master… then cut and split.” 

So did the Master of the garden took Bamboo… and cut him down… and hacked off his branches… and stripped off his leaves… and split him in two… and cut out his heart. 

And lifting him gently, carried him to where there was a spring of fresh sparkling water in the midst of his dry fields. Then putting one end of the broken Bamboo in the spring and the other end into the water channel in His field, the Master laid down gently his beloved Bamboo… And the spring sang welcome, and the clear sparkling waters raced joyously down the channel of bamboo’s torn body into the waiting fields. Then the rice was planted, and the days went by, and the shoots grew and the harvest came. 

In that day Bamboo, once so glorious in his stately beauty, was yet more glorious in his brokenness and humility. For in his beauty he was life abundant, but in his brokenness he became a channel of abundant life to his Master’s world.

[Alas, the source of this story escapes me. When I find the source I will give credit where credit is due. There is much to reflect upon and pray about in this wise tale.]


About Paul Wharton

I am a cradle Catholic, a native West Virginian, and a priest since April 24, 1982. Spiritual Direction has made a tremendous difference in my life and I encourage people to try it out. My motto is "Progress not perfection." I am grateful that God has done for me what I could not do for myself.
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10 Responses to Bamboo

  1. Linda Trill says:

    Beautiful!! My first thought was “Lead me Lord”. Not my will, but Yours. Thanks for the reminder. Sometimes we get so caught up in our own agenda’s, we forget the reason we are here.!!

  2. Joe B says:

    Sitting here in SC I kind of have empathy for the bamboo wondering what my next useful purpose is. 🙂

  3. Lead me not into temptation, thy will be done… this is a good story for thought. Thanks!

  4. Maryanna Bolden says:

    Love the bamboo story, beautiful.

  5. Mark Sliter-Hays says:

    Yes, indeed, what a beautiful story. Thanks for sharing this thoughtful reflection.

  6. Sometimes in our lives we think we are fine just the way we are, that if we were to be lessened in the things we value, we will no longer be ourselves. On the contrary. When we place God before us in our walk through this life, it doesn’t matter what we leave behind. Like the bamboo, we can only gain true beauty and worth in the hands of the Master.

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