The Love Rose, A Rose like no Other

The story of the Love Rose

A Rose, Like None other

 The Rose has been around fossils suggest 35 million years. And one would think after 5000 years of cultivation a new species would not be found. 

   Tucked in an abandoned lot, on the outskirts of a large city was a patch overgrown brush and woods near an old home. That is until one day a man stumble past and heard sounds of crying.  He stopped and searched but no one could be found. He called out, but the crying stopped.  As he looked and searched, he thought and wondered how beautiful this place might have been in its  day, then he saw it, one loan Rose bush, tucked away and forgotten and neglected.  Hmm as looked and pondered, just what you could be with a little love.  

   One day as he walked past again, he stopped and heard the sounds of crying, again he searched but all he found was the Rose. But again, as he looked upon it the crying stopped. He looked upon the Rose and felt its pain; all it wanted was loved again. To be gazed upon, to be smelled. The man felt this and quietly shed a tear that fell upon the rose. And for what felt like an eternity she felt something deep in her roots, some strange but also scary.  

 The next day the man returns and gently begins a slow process of clearing away brush, trimming trees and giving the Rose some rays of sun, he bends down, and asked is Rose, how is that, feel the warmth of that sun again. Know she had been in the dark so long the sun scared her, so she did the only thing she knew, she reached out and pricked the man. He just looked at her and said, it's OK, but please Trust my plan, it will be ok! 

 Timed passed and work on her garden progressed, the Rose now got lots of sun and rain, signs of life now was restored, and new growth was in sight. One day after a storm, a puddle of water appeared on the ground, and the Rose could now see what the man saw all along, but this scared her, haunts of years past came rushing back, and when the man appeared to continue pruning the Rose, she once again pricked the man, harder this time. He just quietly picked up his stuff and left, without a word. 

   This left Rose shaken, she knew she hurt the only True love she has every really felt.  It was so foreign to her, she failed really to realize it and know fears it is gone forever.  But the next morning the man returns, open his arrival he once again hears the crying. This time he finds the source of those tears, the Rose bush itself cry's, my dear why the sadness he asked, I hurt you, and feared you would not return, she mumbled.    Why did you hurt me, im scared she said. Why I don't know, was her reply.  So, then I slowly began to explain to her how he must cut back and remove the unwanted stuff, and that that is dead, to cause that which is good to grow. He told her some cuts maybe painful but must be done. 

    She paused and told him, she would agree and trust him, for he had shone her love all this time, 

 With each cut. She teared, but the tears became tears of joy, with each cut she became healthier, and stronger. So, this round of pruning was done, one must have time to heal and recover, for these cuts was deep, but necessary. to ensure growth where it is desired most. over time the Rose became something she never had envisioned, not physically or in any other way. One day again the rain came, and the puddle returned as if a mirror, but as the man approached, he heard something usually the sounds of singing. it was the Rose, what's this he asked, I feel happy, she said, why he asked, do you not see? See what he asked? I have Buds, flowers have started, i have never had flowers. This made the Rose happy, wait for a few days the man explained, and you will see the fruits of all your pain. 

a few days later the man brings a mirror, for the rain had tried up the puddle. the man placed the mirror were the puddle had once was. and the Rose had opened her eyes, tears instantly flowed down her peddles. she was more beautiful than she could have ever imagined.

The deep velvety red color with hints of black was most beautiful sight she had ever seen. silence gripped her. The man just sat and watched what he always had seen in his mind and heart. After a while the Rose spoke up, may i ask you a question? yes, the man answered. why? Why did you do this for me? why?

   The man paused, sat back took a deep breath and said, Do you see the Sun Shining? yes, she answered, do you see the rain that falls? yes, she answered. well, he who created the sun, and the rain and the wind, blew my sails to you! because he knew you needed loved, so he sent me to you. silence was again cripped Rose. one day the man explained, i might not return, I don't know, but if not understand it's because my work her is done, and he who created the sun and rain blew my sails to another that also need love shone to them. Do You understand the man asked? Yes, she said, can you touch me again? please, yes, so the man once again touches the rose, this time her leaves held him and her peddles kissed his hand. After a few moments she said, for as long as he who created the sun and rain allows me to live, i will bloom in remembrance of your love for me, even if you are not here. And to this day that rose still blooms and all that sees it, admires the beauty of the Love Rose, a rose like no other.

by Emmett Speelman

Walk With Me

Walk with me, take my hand and let’s take a little stroll over hill and dale.

We will set our path and forge a new.

So, let’s take the road that no one has taken.

I have no set time or destination, have no map, just my spirit to guide me.

Walk with me you adventurous soul, you whom seek to awaken your senses that have slept and stay hidden!

Let’s walk and take nothing, for the love of the journey will supply all our needs, for will reap what we sow, and light where darkness lays, love where hatred thrives, then pause and watch them grow.

So, walk with me, until we find the old growth virgin forest, and the mighty oak. there we build a nest and rest waiting for the forest Faries to sprinkle us with pixie dust so we can find rest.

So, walk with me if you dare!

Circle of Life

The stars bid a farewell as the last twinkle of light gives way the first rays of the morning sun.

As I lay on the sandy shore watching the night sky blend to the morning twilight.

Listening to the rhythm and pitch of the crashing waves forever changing and lulling me to near sleep.

And just for a moment, as if by magic, the night sky, the morning sun, the sea and I are one.

and for a moment the circle of life is complete.

Seasons

I look in awe and wonder, as the seasons change.

The simplicity of it all, for I can't remember no two seasons ever changing 

On the same date, or the same way.  I stop for a moment and remember now just how similar 

Our own seasons are to the natural words.  Are two Decembers ever the same, are two birthdays

Ever celebrated exactly in the same manor. And I must admit, I must pause and contemplate just

Why this is. Some may say time, some climate, but my heart leads me deeper. 

Yes, these are part of it but not the whole equation.  The words growth and change come flowing into my spirit. 

See as the forest grows, it slowly changes its surroundings, giving shelter, adding nutrition to the forest floor, providing food for those that call it home. This takes time, and a variety of conditions. 

And the changes in one thing, impact so many more. See how true that is in our own lives, we might not ever see the changes or the impact we have on those around us but is always present.  

I love to imagine it like this, God the creator of heaven and earth. Created the greatest work of art ever Imagined, one that changes over time, no two days does it ever look the same. Always beautiful and ever changing in a way that only he could

Be Still This Night

Be still this night and you may hear the orchestra we call the night.

The crickets chirp and endless song as the barn owl hoats.

A mourning dove calls their mate, come to me my love.

Nature prepares for darkness and humanity prepares to sleep.

the orange and magenta of the twilight gives way to the darkness of the night.

The last sun rays vanish as the first star light appears.

Its magic trick I trust, the synchronizing of fireflies is bright tonight, as if in competition with the stars.

The sound of humanity is fading fast and soon will be no more.

For the sandman is calling me home, my heavy eyes the will not last.

And in his real soft voice I’ve come to know be still this night and enjoy the show.

these moments they do not last.

The Journey

The wind blows across my wrinkled face, as I stop,

inhale deeply and look for a hint of just where it has been.

I raise my head to the sky for a glimpse of weather to come.

I wonder what you have seen, what wonderous places you have been and why you bless me on this day?

The freezing cold mountain stream washes over my aching feet and I can't help but ponder just what journey you will take. From Sky to earth to sea only to do it all again. what havoc have you caused, what beauty have you been the topic of? I am amazed something so refreshing can nourish life second and take it in another.

The morning sun so warm and bright that's bringing the darkness into light. Just your Presence in the sky makes my heart sing with joy.