The Purple Rose

Regal blooms, lavender and violet, purple shadows, healing hearts who are heavy with the faded loneliness known only by the ones who have loved greatly, through raging storms and across darkest dread. With a love that feels almost sacred, these silent hearts remember the hints of lilac scents, lavender fragrance, breathless plum, dancing on the air, whispering silent prayers. Petals alive, surviving the night, opening with the sun who shines laughter into the spirit, silencing every doubt, flourishing like the flowers who stir promises of His tender kiss, whispering joy, singing bliss, along the edges of a blushing bud, warming hearts who are light as the sun. This is the mystery, the breath of praise, breaking the barriers of doubt and hesitation, erasing the darkness with purity and peace, fulfilling the soul who knows that this beautiful bloom flourishes with each touch, each pruning, from the heart who knows that God is the harvester of every purple rose. kisses of purple tender like the graceful peace impressions of joy Purple Flowers Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Nayda Ivette Negron Flores June 4, 2022