Ravages of tearing nights memorialized
Sorrow and pain hold Joy hostage
Cantinas spilling with effusions of tales and dreamed of wonders
A lonely, broken heart muses another time to any ear willing to listen
Gushes of ripped promises and broken hopes
inking sheets of new music devoid of celestial harmonies
An artist takes the stage
A new voice joins ranks of generations
belting hymns of muted choruses
Voices cacophonied by piercing pasts and dark futures
Possibilities imagined seek to brighten flattened notes
The music ensues as it always does with lyrics professing debts of…
broken doings
failed intentions
forgotten blessings
complicit perpetuations of weighty proportions and disjointed patterns
A Garden in a forgotten place
Beheld as a sacred oasis without blemish
Home of evening strolls with
endearing conversations fill a timeless Paradise
Buds of fresh fruits Christen virgin orchards
Profusive rows of colored petals daintily curtsy
Delights seen cannot match the ones unseen
a seed begotten but not made waits for its moment
A humble mighty maiden step’s into Time’s Story
She seeks a rose from The Garden that she’s always longed for
its perfumed countenance fills her bright, warm, heart with Peace
Consumed by its Beauty
a trail of blood from her pricked finger goes unnoticed
A Pure White Pedal yields to Heavenly Gravity
and begins a downward journey
Shrouded Glorious Radiance find its Way, Truth, and Life
a fleshy cavern temple foreshadows its withering
But a darkened world sits up to inhale streams of Glorias
Legend of the Christmas Rose
Here’s a wonderful little legend about the white rose…
The Legend of the Christmas Rose
On a cold December night, everybody was coming to see their new Savior and brought Him all kinds of gifts and presents. The three Wise Men came in with their valuable gifts of myrrh, frankincense and gold and offered them to Baby Jesus. At that point, a shepherdess, Madelon, who had seen the wise men passing through, reached the door of the stable, to see the Child. However, being very poor and having brought nothing to offer to the child, she felt helpless and started weeping quietly at the sight of all the wonderful gifts that the Three Wise Men had got for the child. Earlier, she had searched, in vain, for flowers all over the countryside but there was not even a single bloom to be found in the bitter winter.
An angel outside the door was watching over her and knew about her fruitless search. He took pity on her and, when he saw her head drooped down in sorrow, decided to help her with a little miracle. He gently brushed aside the snow at her feet and where her tears had fallen, sprang a beautiful cluster of waxen white winter roses with pink tipped petals. Then he softly whispered into the shepherdess’s ear that these Christmas roses are far more valuable than any myrrh, frankincense or gold, for they are pure and made of love. The maiden was pleasantly surprised when she heard those words and joyfully gathered the flowers and offered them to the Holy Infant, who, seeing that the gift was reared with tears of love, smiled at her with gratitude and satisfaction. Thus, the Christmas rose came to symbolize hope, love and all that is wonderful in this season.
Source: http://www.worldofchristmas.net/christmas-stories/legend-of-christmas-rose.html
