To Endure a Thorn
Life is garden full of various fauna.
There will be brush that appeals to the touch and other vegetation that appeal to the other senses.
You will find flowers with the most intoxicating of fragrances. Witness flowers with the most beautiful of petals.
You will hear the buds come to blossom. Here you will taste the most exotic and comforting of nectars.
But the rose you seek will have the most thorns.
This rose is called joy.
But to hold this rose means one must endure its thorns.
We must ignite the passion that can melt away the pain and rekindle the flame so it’s warmth can dry our eyes and rid us of all our previous shame.
We do this all to hold a rose, spend restless nights , shed tears, feel scorned,
....all to endure a touch of a thorn.
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