A Rose for Eternity… A Poem

She was so small,
so fragile and yet
Independently self -designed.

The heaviness of inward tears she brought
to the hill where her beloved awaited.

She thought herself an autumn leave
But He, the One who gave the ultimate sacrifice for her,
saw her, lovingly, and as she throw her history at his feet,
in return, her Lord and Savior Christ became…

Transformed by His touch
she found hard to believe
that someone so little
could be so important to Him.

Her tears once steel became a flow,
a flow of peace, of joy, of whimsical songs!
Her arms turned outward
to bless those bound,
and in the transformation
she was turned into a fragrant rose…

But roses on this earth
are marked by temporary fate.
Their petals fade and changed…
Their perfume ceased,
the giving ends.

-Not this one, Jesus said,
this rose belongs to my garden,
you see,
and in my garden there’s purpose,
there’s true color that never fades,
living for eternity, growing in fervent praise.

She is one of my roses now,
A rose for eternity,
made by my loving hands,
colored blood-red was the price I paid for her.
Mine.

Inspirations…

A New year!  2015!  Today I was meditating on the moments that passed in front of my eyes, oh so so fast!

I left some friends in that old 2014…  They left me way too early, but it was their time!  They taught me lessons on life that couldn’t be learn in any other way.  There was LaWanda, my old lady friend…  Always welcoming, a shiny smile on her face, arms willing to hug and her fragile body receiving my thirst for her comforting embrace.  It was her time to leave this earth, and boy, how much I missed her!

Bob came to my life for a brief year and left without warning.  He taught me of being intentional, of treasuring loved ones and having awareness while working on myself and my relationships with others.  He reminded me of life surprises, of tears and laughter, of living this day because it might be all I have, an instant, a chance to build up a memory.

Jordan was fragile and had a terminal condition that finally catch up with his desire of fighting against the odds.  I’m so blessed, we were able to share in summer.  We shared over dinner and played silly dressed up games before Jordan’s eyes.  We enjoyed the mountains view from his home in Colorado and we hugged.  Time became still then and I can only remembered him, smiling, sitting next to me at the table…

Yes…those that left me taught me lessons I would never be able to learn in any other way!  Thank you!  Inspirations come from those places, from longing and loving.  I’m blessed!

Roxana