The Rose 🌹

Amidst death and decay,
exists a rose, that everyone knows, yet avoids, these days.
The rose is golden, sumptuously sweet smelling with curled petals.
So beautiful, it scares people, they cannot understand why it lives and how it survives.
People want to rebel and fight it, they succumb to hatred.

The light shines on this rose, and it glows in the light, showing its colours and giving the power it holds. The true nature of this flower will never be known. Unless we become one with it, in our heart, our mind and our soul, it vanishes.

There once was a time when it mattered, I believe. Not just fleeting on the lips, but in our nerves, our blood and our brains. I would have laid my life down for my friend, now they lay down their weapons and just sleep. Dazed, confused, they watch as life passes them.

Zeal for the rose is what is needed, the thorn in the flesh to prick them back to life, drawing blood if necessary. The root of the problem lies in lies. Only the Truth holds the soil in its hands, the soil is the beginning of life and is where all things go back to.