They arrived in the hands of a man
Eager to share with the woman he loved
A symbol of the love they shared.
The roses stood strong in nourished fresh water
Witnessing the comings and goings of that home
And then, all of a sudden, all become silent and still
The woman was gone, the roses stood alone.
One by one, those roses began to wilt
The woman had left the roses to explore
The love for God that grew continually within her heart
The roses longed to understand how come
The rose within her heart never seemed to wilt
It didn't need companionship, nor fresh water
It's existence was not conditional on nourishment
It was self sufficient and ever-giving
A few days past by, and the woman returned to that home
The roses remained on the table, wilted and still
Whilst the rose in heart shone radiantly from within
What did those roses symbolize now?
The woman had not needed the roses while away,
But it seems they had needed her
Had the roses sought refuge in her home?
Had the roses come to expect the care?
The woman glanced at the roses,
And a few... seemed to glance back at her
Those few symbolized faith, hope, and patience
The rest laid limp and still, never to be known what they symbolized
And the conflict ensued
Should she keep those that stood alive
And toss the dead among them?
Would the few be able to stand strong alone?
If she pours out the old water, and refreshes with new
Will those roses come to expect that each time they wilt
New water and nourishment will always be there
What if she doesn't always have fresh water to provide?
Yet is to be known what will come of those roses
As that woman stares and ponders
Only the rose shining within her has a glimpse of what's to come
And she prays that rose will offer but a sign
Or a note, from which she can make the tune
Or a stroke, from which she can complete the painting
Oh Dear Rose, be these roses tried and true
Eternal, let them stand side by side with you.
