THE RED/BLACK ROSE
If I a placid pond sit
Still my shallow grounds
Engulfed within the woods
Submerged and bound
Arrayed with ruby rings
Robed in brunette pearls
What jewel would justly paint
With brush my clearest tint
Wouldst any drown the drink
The tongue calls a quench
Cool and clear as white
Atop the moonlit sky
Or wouldst the treasuries' trees
Reveal arising clips depicting
Darkened depths entrenched
In deep demise
Doth God's glory glide
The ornamented floor
Moving mortal millions
To probe, dip, and dive
Beneath the brittle creek
In buried ocean mines
To touch and taste, then tell
Of seas the sands confine
If raids of floral floods
Could frame the fluid's face
As angels frame the figure
Of heaven's sovereign God
Then pluck the petaled stem
The prototyped rendition
Of red/darkened rose
Which colors my condition
I was just trying to remember the past
trying to remember the good people
and the bad people,
that i came across on my way,
i want you to know
that you are among the good people
that left a good trace in my life,
once again i just want to say thank you
for passing through my life,
is so short but is wonderful
i want you here forever.
They see strengths
Not the limitations
These are people who will make you proud of yourself
They will tell you why you’re special
Trust you to the point you have to answer their expectations
They make you better than you normally are
You can be proud of yourself
They respect you
For what you’ve done
Where you’ve come from
They see what you’ve experienced something real
Respect you for your courage
They live by their rules
They do not expect you to follow theirs
They are at peace to themselves
They are not proving anything to you
They are good listeners
Sincere in their interest in you
You feel important
They are available for honest
Makes you want to share yourself
Beloved, lovely roses: gift of God and lover’s flower,
Spread your colored petals and cradle tender showers.
While admiring the blossoms with their beauty to behold,
Ought we not to know the Tender of such lovely garden groves?
For He lovingly and thoughtfully wields His pruning shears
To cut away the stems of old for fuller future years.
He cultivates and feeds them. He attends them as a Father
Looking daily to their needs; so faithfully He waters.
From the dawn of morning dew until the setting sun arrays
Caring always for His own until that great appointed day…
When the Gardener comes to claim each one the earth held as its own.
He gently picks it at its peak and for His pleasure takes it home.
As God did one glorious morning, when the Perfect Rose had bloomed.
He rolled away the stone and met with Mary at the tomb.
There the sweetest Rose of Sharon rose that we die not alone.
But be gathered for a garden grove, surrounding heavens throne.
The Rose innocent white, soft pink, yellows
colors touch your soul vibrant red to amethyst
enhances beauty yet a thorn awaits to break skin
as life does piercing your heart with a thin pin.
My life has shed drops of blood through each petal
as if in return for the love and beauty you feel
hence pain underneath patiently waits the bloodletting ~
The rose symbolizes love yet vulnerable to hold
for when you open your heart it can be left bleeding
The best of surgeons can not beat your heart
It is the inner faith and God himself whom gives strength
whispers in your ear you shall live you will exist
your life meaningful as the water and sun to the rose
For I am your God your existence is not over yet .
You must Live ~You must Bloom
I do not know?
Well we are already a couple of months in so i just wanted to say welcome.
this will be a new journey for the both of us, so i hope it will be awesome.
I will try to write more than usual this year, I promise. :)
What would help tho if you readers would send me topics and stuff to help me write about things cuz my mind goes way faster than my fingers and i cant think of just one thing. lol. so thank you readers. plz comment and tell me your thoughts.
Written June 6, 2013
The preacher read the gospel
And we sank into our tears
Tearing down the curtain
We've been behind for all these years
A baby leaves its mother
An angel drops its wings
Leave me bound against the wall
Dangling by a string
Sitting by the window
Hoping she'll remember me
Sitting by the window
Resolve your inhibitions
And you'll find me in the garden
Where the flowers drink champagne
And God is in the rain
Let me take you by the hand...
To a place, where one can believe.
In my secret garden there is a plan.
One of eternity.
This world is full of thistles and thorns...
Life can be full of disappointments.
Into this life we are born.
With struggles and discontentment.
Plant your seeds of life...
Water them here below.
Watch as they sprout up through might.
Catching a breath of fresh air while they grow.
The rain waters the garden during the season...
The sun dries out the flowers, through it's warmth.
Their life span will dwindle in this life by reason.
Through "My Secret Garden", God will take me to His heavenly home.
By: Cinda M Carter
My Secret Garden
The waters clear as I stand by the river
I see the reflection of someone long ago
As the storms come in I know I can't let you go.
Rain pours at times in this life you've given
But the shadows fade when my prayers have risen
Your love for me I've never new until now
When I see the waters clear, my reflection seems so near.
As time goes on I know you are near
Just seeing the way you help me stand
Just seeing the way you remove the fear
It helps my weakness seem so clear
That without you I am small
But as I take your hand, the walls get knocked down
The waters clear, the reflection I see now,
is you in me, this my Lord helps to make me free.
Written by://©Betty Bolden
Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama)
There he stood in the
garden,a gentle fellow
with glowing gown;
His countenance was
that of an Angel,
The Padre of old St
As I approached him,he
gave me a warm.
Then he told me why he
came to the mission,the
mission in old St Anthony.
We knelt down to pray,I
thanked the Lord for a
man such as this.
Then the chapel bells
the rang,I heard a
voice"child it is time."
I looked,lo saw I a fiery
figure beckoning him to
He stood up and looked
at me with tender love in
Then I knew this man
was an Angel,the Padre
of old St Anthony.
With joyous heart,I left
the vicinity of old St