The Season’s of a Rose
What will I be, who will receive my beauty?
Who will love me?
I kiss the sun, I drink the rain
Receiving the glorious bounty
Every shade and fullness, breathtaking
God’s perfect creation
The earth affects my full potential
I’m so vulnerable
My beauty unfolds, all bask in the excellence
The thorns complicate me
Sweet fragrance, intoxicating, memorable
Different to each recipient
Romance, my beloved, my partner,
Will you be mine?
Hurting, the pain I hide, please protect me
The winds, the infestations
Full bloom, exquisite, celebrated, temporary
Look at me
Gifting, sweetness, giving back to the universe
Slightly fading, still exalted and displayed
The world looks different
Others around me, some have fallen now
In my memory always
Wilting, petals falling, my final days
I understand beauty
I know what I was meant to be.
I know who loves me.
“…All men are like grass, and all their glory is like the flowers of the field…The grass
withers and the flowers fall, but the word of our God stands forever.” (Isaiah 40:6 NIV)
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