Rose

I smelled the beautiful rose in the garden.

I said,” You are so beautiful. You bring joy and happiness to people who notice you.”

Rose put down her head in sadness and shame.

She said,” I am defective!!”

I said,” How can it be?”

She said, ”Do you not notice my thorns?”

I said with a smile,”You remind me of some beautiful humans that I know.”

I said,”You are perfect for the purpose that you were created.”

I said,” You provide joy and nourishment to birds, insects, and people despite your thorns.”

I asked, “Why do you judge yourself so harshly?”

Copyright . 2009 by Shervin Hojat