Life Everlasting

Wrinkled was the hands that held the roses she had for sale Her eyes holding back the story they longed to tell. Crumpled her dress and her hair was all a mess but her smile was filled with such spiritual beauty. A lovely lady, just a cutie. I reached for the rose with such heartfelt admiration and I gave to her 3 times, the amount asked because she was to me a sweet variation. I reached out and hugged her with love, and I deeply found myself connected to her as once connected souls from another story, yet to unfold. As we spoke of the rose's beautiful colors, I noticed her smile was like my mother's. I paused for a moment and returned to her smile and I remembered the story told of God's eternal love and life everlasting.