Unfolding a rose

A young, new ustadh (teacher) was walking with an older, more seasoned
ustadh (teacher) in the garden one day. Feeling a bit insecure about
what Allah had for him to do, he was asking the older ustadh for some
advice. The older ustadh walkedup to a rosebush and handed the young
ustadh a rosebud and told him to open it without tearing off any
petals. The young ustadhlooked in disbelief at theolder ustadh and was
trying to figure out whata rosebud could possiblyhave to do with his
wanting to know the will of Allah for his life and ministry.
But because of his great respect for the older ustadh, he proceeded to
try to unfold the rose, while keeping every petal intact... It wasn't
long before he realized how impossible this was to do. Noticing the
younger ustadh's inability to unfold the rosebud without tearingit,
the older ustadh began to recite the following poem...
It is only a tiny rosebud,
A flower of Allah's design;
But I cannot unfold the petals
With these clumsy hands of mine.
The secret of unfolding flowers
Is not known to such as I.
ALLAH opens this flower so sweetly,
Then in my hands they die.
If I cannot unfold a rosebud,
This flower of Allah's design,
Then how can I have the wisdom
To unfold this life of mine?
So I'll trust in Allah for leading
Each moment of my day.
I will look to Allah for Hisguidance
Each step of the way.
The pathway that lies before me,
Only Allah knows.
I'll trust Him to unfold the moments,
Just as He unfolds the rose.