The serene philosophy of the pink rose is steadying.
Its fragrant, delicate petals burned by the fiery heat
are too soon ready to fall,
with regret or disillusion, after only a day in the sun.
It is so every July and August in my garden.
One can almost hear their pink, fragrant murmur
as they flutter down to die upon the grass:
“Summer, oh summer, will it always be
sultry, feverish summertime.”
~Edited and adapted lines by Rachel Peden
Although burns have marred her pink petals,
The heat hasn’t utterly robbed the rose of her beauty.
She is yet serene in her fragrant pinkness
And her murmur, albeit faint, speaks of God’s glory.
Nevertheless in Your great mercy You did not utterly consume them nor forsake them; for You are God, gracious and merciful. ~Nehemiah 9:31 ✝
Thank you, Lord Jesus, that you save, you heal, you restore, and you reveal Your Father’s heart to us! May I dwell in Your holy presence and praise Your name for all that you have given and done.
Beautiful and so true–time of a parched land indeed—but Glory always shines through—cookie
LikeLike
Yeppers, God’s Glory just can’t be stopped. Love, N 🙂
LikeLike
so beautiful, every word of the poem is so lovely…
LikeLike
Thank you so much for your kind words. I’m glad you enjoyed the post and hope you will come again some time. Blessings, Natalie 🙂
LikeLiked by 1 person
wow, that’s so sweet of you dear natalie, i definitely will. I came across your profile two days ago, it’s really touching, floral, nature, kindness, god, sympathetic to hard, friendly..all positivities are poured in your profile in your blog posts, I admire all those, so, i always follow you 🙂
lots of love,
Radha
LikeLike
So beautiful! 🙂 I love the words and I love the rose 🙂 ❤
LikeLike
Thanks, Trini. I’m so glad you found both the photo and words beautiful. Love, N 🙂
LikeLike