THE ROSE

The smell of rain is enchanting. It leaves it's legacy in the dots of dew the butterflies use to replentish and renew. The petals of this perfect spring rose came from my mother's garden in Oklahoma. It reminds me of a song I loved as a child. For me, nature connects me with God. Loneliness fades as my heart becomes one with my creator. "Take a good look at God's wonders, they will take your breath away." Psalm 66:5

Some say love, it is a river that drowns the tender reed Some say love, it is a razor that leaves your 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 dying 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 bitter snow Lies the seed that with the sun's love, in the spring becomes the rose