Some say love it is a river
that drowns the tender reed.
Some say love, it is a razor
that leaves the soul to bleed.
Some say love, it is a hunger,
an endless aching need.
I say love, it is a flower,
and you it's only seed.
It's the heart afraid of breaking
that never learns to dance.
It's the dream afraid of waking
that never takes the chance.
It's the one who won't be taken,
who cannot seem to give.
and the soul afraid of dyin'
that never learns to live.
When the night has been too lonely
and the road has been too long,
and you think that love is only
for the lucky and the strong,
just remember in the winter
far beneath the winter snows
lies the seed that with the sun's love
in the spring becomes the rose.
A wonderful friendship
Is just like a rose
Because it brings joy
As it blossoms & grows
Anonymous
God's love is everywhere--in the blue skies, white clouds, birds, flowers, stars, and our little angels...Someone once asked Helen Keller how she learned of God (she could not see or hear)...she responded: "Whatever God takes away, he gives you back many fold...God revealed his presence to me thru the smell and feel of a rose..."
The Unfolding Of A Rosebud
It is only a tiny rosebud
A flower of GOD'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.
God opens this flower so sweetly,
When in my hands they fade and die.
If I cannot unfold a rosebud
This flower of GOD'S design,
Then how can I think I have wisdom
To unfold this life of mine?
So I'll trust in Him for His leading
Each moment of every day.
I will look to him for His guidance
Each step of the pilgrim way.
The pathway that lies before me,
Only my heavenly Father knows,
I'll trust Him to unfold the moments,
Just as He unfolds the rose.
....Author: unknown
~The Meaning of Their Color~
~Red Rose......Love, Respect,Passion~
~White Rose......Innocence, Secrecy, Spiritual love~
~Yellow Rose......Joy, Friendship,Enjoy The Moment~
~Coral Rose......Desire~
~Pink Rose......Grace, Joy, Thankfulness, The glow of
your smile~
~Lavender Rose......Enchantment~
~Orange Rose......Fascination~
The park bench was deserted as I sat down to read.
Beneath the long, straggly branches of an old willow tree.
Disillusioned by life with good reason to frown,
For the world was intent on dragging me down.
And if that weren't enough to ruin my day,
A young boy out of breath approached me, all tired from play.
He stood right before me with his head tilted down
And said with great excitement, "Look what I found!"
In his hand was a flower, and what a pitiful sight,
With its petals all worn - not enough rain, or too little light.
Wanting him to take his dead flower and go off to play,
I faked a small smile and then shifted away.
But instead of retreating he sat next to my side
And placed the flower to his nose
And declared with overacted surprise,
"It sure smells pretty and it's beautiful, too.
That's why I picked it; here, it's for you."
The weed before me was dying or dead.
Not vibrant of colors: orange, yellow or red.
But I knew I must take it, or he might never leave.
So I reached for the flower, and replied, "Just what I need."
but instead of him placing the flower in my hand,
He held it mid-air without reason or plan.
It was then that I noticed for the very first time.
That weed-toting boy could not see: he was blind.
I heard my voice quiver; tears shone in the sun.
As I thanked him for picking the very best one.
You're welcome," he smiled, and then ran off to play.
Unaware of the impact he'd had on my day.
I sat there and wondered how he managed to see.
A self-pitying woman beneath an old willow tree.
How did he know of my self-indulged plight?
Perhaps from his heart, he'd been blessed with true sight.
Through the eyes of a blind child, at last I could see.
The problem was not with the world; the problem was me.
And for all of those times I myself had been blind.
I vowed to see the beauty in life,
And appreciate every second that's mine.
And then I held that wilted flower up to my nose.
And breathed in the fragrance of a beautiful rose.
And smiled as I watched that young boy,
Another weed in his hand,
About to change the life of an
unsuspecting old man.
