A Rose Garden

This beautiful growing rose garden,

I walk through the different paths,

Inspecting almost every single one.

I look at the rose bushes,

Call every one of them beautiful.

Then I go back to the garden,

My eyes find this one rose,

This rose in particular,

Had something glowing from it.

It was something attracting me to it,

Let me tell you what I seen,

What was gleaming from it,

This one rose,

I could send that, this rose has been through a lot.

Bent over as if it was down to its last rose petal,

Some of the petals, had yet indeed fallen off,

But I could sense that, this rose,

Wanted all of its petals back.

The way it was leaning over,

It was almost like it was telling a story.

It reminded me of something similar,

Something like the woman with the infirmity.

Been over for so long,

That all she seen was the ground.

This rose has so many thorns,

That grew from it,

Every thorn, explained a story.

A story of a fight,

Leaving the marks of a battle.

Yet so beautiful,

But when you touch it, be careful.

Cause those thorns, can be used as protection,

If you don’t know, how to hold or to handle the rose well.

I could tell that this rose has a story to tell,

I could tell that she wanted to be amongst the other roses,

I could tell that she indeed also wanted to bloom and keep blooming.

But she’s been planted in a part of the soil,

That hasn’t been provided the nutrients,

the nurture, the care, that she needed.

So that her bloom, could keep prospering.

I seen what the rose needed,

She needed the gardener’s help.

She needed Him, to replant her.

To replenish her, to care and tend to her.

I took the rose, dug her out of the rotting soil,

From where she was.

I asked the Gardner

Where must I plant her?

Where must she go?

The Gardner, who knows everything that she needs,

Instructed me,

“Give her to me”

“I know exactly what she needs”

“This rose, seems as though, she was growing,

Through a hard concrete”,

“But all she needed was me”,

“Give her to me, I must replant her in new soil”.

This new soil, had everything that she needed.

He planted her, just along with the other roses.

He pruned everything that didn’t belong to her,

That way she could continuing blooming,

Continue growing.

Though, she had to start all over again,

He knows the exact pruning process.

It’s the perfect process.

This one rose, when from being bent over,

To standing up again.