The Rose

For too long, a friend of mine has been hurting. This is dedicated to her.

I took a walk through the garden,

And there I saw a little white rose,

But it was torn and broken,

Tossed by the wind’s throes.

 

However, do not make any mistake,

The rose was very beautiful,

A beauty one could not fake.

A beauty oh so fragile.

 

Now, upset by the rose’s strife,

I turned to the rose’s Maker,

The creator of all life,

“Does the rose have to suffer?”

 

Wiping the tear from His own eye,

“I know the rose of which you speak,

It is for her that I cry.

I know she is growing weak.”

 

“But I still do not understand,

Why must this rose face this alone?”

The maker diverts his eyes

“Does she have sin to atone?”

 

The Maker looks me in the face,

“’Tis not for sin does she suffer.

For she must go through this place

But I have protected her.”

 

“My Lord, I do not understand,

But what can I do for the rose?”

Now He took me by the hand.

“Steady her when the wind blows.”

 

He took me out to the garden,

“Be there for her and be her friend.

Keep her when the days darken.

Never leave her until the end.”

 

So I did as the Maker said

And though I was far from perfect,

And even though the light has ebbed

And I am subject to conflict

 

Still the rose I shall always love

The beauty of it unsurpassed

Its petals white as a dove

And that love shall always last.

Reviews

[Lily Mayfield]

I was looking at all of the titles of your work, and this one caught my eye. I absolutely loved it, so much emotion... simply wonderful. This makes me want to read the rest of your work -Lily

[Mike Wolfe]

Thank you! I am so glad you enjoyed it. I hope you find the rest of my works as enjoyable as this

[MoriartyMesa]

I love the emotion, but I felt like you held back. Part of me knew you wanted to make a full scale assault, but you held back

[Mike Wolfe]

This was one poem I had a really hard time with. I could never get the picture just the way I wanted it to be

[Daisie Vergara (Dhaye)]

Too emotional. Still, she's lucky to have a true friend that really cares...

Nice poem. I like the concept.

[Mike Wolfe]

I went overboard with the emotion because things have been tough between her and me. This was my way of saying that I do care about her and that she means the world to me.