Gazing at Roses
I gaze, sadly, at the rose petals.
For, they will, soon, be gone;
Leaving only stark and ragged stems
As loveliness they shed.
What use have I of thorns
I will quickly thrust aside?
With nothing more of softness to fondle,
No beauty will I find.
I forget that thorns have value,
Protection from attack.
For, with only thoughts of deepest grief,
I want to turn my back.
I do not want the sad things,
For they speak of fading wood
And I become so melancholy;
Cease feeling as I should.
I prefer to find a beautiful rose,
As that will always please.
A rose will bring me sweet perfume,
All delight; appease.
Take away the thorns, in life,
For they bring the deepest pain;
Afflicting my heart with sorrow
Of such bitter rain.
Let me but dance with joy,
Along a rose strewn path,
With only happiness around me;
So I will always laugh.
But, then, I saw my Saviour
Crowned with cruel thorn.
I had to look, again, at Him;
Bleeding, cruelly torn.
His loving eyes were sad,
Tears running down His cheek
Right into His heart.
The thorns were piercing deep.
Jesus wore that crown of thorns
So I may know His love.
How can I but thank God for their curse;
For my life to bloom, above?
Give me understanding, Lord,
To grasp roses by the thorn.
For, they drive me close to you;
Where my heart can be re-born.
It is only through the raining tears
I see true wonder of new life.
Your promise, in the pain,
That it is only thorns
That cause a rose to grow.
Soft Whispers from
Derry's Heart Poems
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