The Blossoming Rose
The Rose grows
in a quiet place now
where none ever would before,
in a secret garden
next to a hidden well
all kept deep inside
my heart.
Many times when I would
think of you,
a seed
would get planted in my garden,
but, the water from
the well
was not enough
to germinate
the seed,
so the rose
couldn't grow.
After years
and years
of thoughts
and thinking
about you,
you came back
into my life
and the well
that was drying up
found itself
a new source
of water,
a meandering brook
moved and shaped
by heavenly forces
now helped to fill up and feed
the well.
As my daily time
with you increased,
more seeds were planted
with one, so far, taking root.
Combining waters from the brook
and the well
plus lots of sunlight,
the Rose is growing
and starting to blossom.
It’s living on my love
(the hidden well),
your love
(the meandering brook),
and God’s love
(the Son’s Light).
I believe now this Rose
will continue to thrive
in the secret garden
of my heart
as my love for you
will always be,
so will the Rose
never die.
Copyright © Michael Todd | Year Posted 2011
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