The Longing for a Rose

A beautiful rose reaches out
To draw my attention;
It is lovely.
It does not wither nor rot;
It has yet to reach full bloom
Still has room to grow.

Day by day I see the rose as it grows
And I whisper soft words to encourage it
And it�s blossom in its radiance,
Blooms into a beautiful open rose,
Revealing its brilliant color,
And it�s awesome aroma.

Does not the gardener first smell the rose
Before trimming it for his kitchen table?
Or for the lover selecting a bouquet for his lady?
So I do also.

I lean over with my face
Flush into the blossom,
And breathe of its sweet perfume.

The aroma is so pleasant.
I wish to take it home.
But, what about the rose;
Does it wish to be cut,
And be placed in my vase,
To be admired and spoiled over?
Or would it rather just simply
Be left in the garden
To be picked by some other lady?

How will I know?
I want to please this lovely flower,
Not to rip it from its roots.
I do not want this rose
To despise me for such an act.

I must tell this rose of my love.
Then when I come by with shears
If he reaches out yet again,
Then he wishes to come home with me
To be placed on my table and in my heart
To be treasured by all who come.

But if he does not to come,
But I tell him of my longing,
Will he still reach out
To greet me as I pass by?
Will he still want to share
His pleasant scent with me?

Maybe he will hide when I come by.
For this reason, I shall wait to tell him.
Then I fear not losing sight of him
In his radiant beauty.

-Sarah C.

I asked my Lord for patience that I might learn... be careful what you ask for... he is very faithful and true. Although it may be difficult, esp. emotionally, He walks with me every step of the way. Thank you Lord Jesus!