Religious Rose Poems | Religious Poems About Rose
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There were roses on Calvary that day, you know.
Bunches and bunches of roses adorning the skull.
Red roses! For crimson blood seeped profusely that day.
It had to be so for our own sake. Divine blood
that dripped from a thousand and one hematic wounds
as He hang on a brittle tree He Himself had created.
There were sharp, pointed thorns too on the roses.
They adorned His Divine head, piercing the smooth skin,
forcing majestic blood ooze down into His royal eyes,
stinging them abundantly, preventing proper sight.
No wonder the prophet Isaiah said of Him:
"his appearance was so disfigured beyond that of any man
and his form marred beyond human likeness....."
Such were the pointed thorns that crowned Him King of Kings.
Yet for those who know, there was perfume there too.
A fabulous fragrance that came down from Heaven
on the wings of the Holy Spirit, a balm of blissful grace,
that we may wash ourselves in it and be justified.
"He took up our infirmities and carried our sorrows,"
For He loved us much. And we? Do we return His Love?
23 March 2016
A Broken Wings Contest
Voted POTD on 16 May 2016
Copyright © Victor Buhagiar | Year Posted 2016
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
Copyright © Shanity Rain | Year Posted 2013
Oh my soul, learn from the…
…intricate rose that you were created,
…tall sunflower to reach up high,
…daylily that time is short,
…crushed wheat kernel that you were born of sacrifice.
“Very truly I tell you, unless a kernel of wheat falls to the ground and dies, it remains only a single seed. But if it dies, it produces many seeds.” —John 12:24
Inspired by this question: What has Nature to teach us in regards to the Soul?
Copyright © Kim Bond | Year Posted 2016
es ist ein 'Rose' entsprungen
Just outside the city walls ringed in roses,
Rosenfriedhof, Rose Cemetery blooms,
fairest in the Fatherland.
Leaven cakes iced in concrete or royal brass
pan the gravel paths; the husks which lie here,
no longer have a care, no longer wish for power,
no longer seek false glory. Yet, even blest ground
can not stay the rancid thoughts that rise—
sewer fumes amongst the roses.
ashes, ashes, we all fall down
Plagued by ignorance, then by pride, as supplicants
they came to death and lay, side by side,
and someone planted roses.
Open-petaled, lotus-like, sweet-scented, are the
posies, but nothing alive can mask the grotesqueri
of Nuremberg’s past purges.
ashes, ashes, they all fell down
The ring of sieg heil, the click of heels, the Fatherland
an ever present reverie, latent, just below the sugared
crust; the piping swirled, the surface glaze
of pretty roses.
First Published in Page & Spine winter of 2016
Copyright © Debbie Guzzi | Year Posted 2016
I bought you some rose colored glasses,
Because you were feeling so blue.
I thought that these rose colored glasses
Would make you feel as good as new.
If you see the world without color,
Things look very dreary and sad.
Maybe these rose colored glasses
Will add color and make you feel glad.
When you feel sad and downhearted,
Remember God still cares for you.
He’s still on the throne, and He adores you.
Have faith, and He’ll see you thru.
God knows all about your troubles.
He is aware when the sparrow falls.
Don’t be anxious, don’t worry and fret.
He is our God, He’s the Lord of all.
Copyright © Betty Butler | Year Posted 2016