rose with your petals, unfold, let me see what you really hold.
of your petals tells a story, all held together by your roots.
like a family, a rose is held together by its own roots,
to expose the stories about life.
life we hold close to us as we do this rose
beauty, smell, roots, your stem...hold it close, this rose,
your heart before it is no longer,
it wilts and closes up with age.
the precious graceful beauty of that rose...smell the sweet fragrance
it is too late. Before it closes up and dies without notice of its
your own life, hold it dear to your heart.
on to it as it comes to an end...
to close the petals up as each petal falls to the ground carried off by
your eyes to all the beauty before it comes to an end.
look and listen.
the time to look at all the beauty that surrounds us.
beauty that we, as humans, take so much for granted everyday.
each petal of a rose, just how beautiful it is...
shape, how perfect each petal was made.
let the petals just close up, wither and die without even noticing.
the time to notice the beauty of life, hold it in your embrace.
the time to give the Lord plenty of thanks.
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