The seed that grew this rose

formed long ago. 

It was something like a pearl

that fell from God’s loving eyes

and planted itself deep inside

the mysteries of this chaotic world.

The roots made their own space

and spread out through love shared

between people common to our lives:

your son Moses and my sister Vera.

Blessed by angelic silence

and nurtured by ancient wisdom

the seedling stem of this sky blue rose

broke through dirt and concrete

like a revelation foretold

breaking through the ignorance

of those too blind to see

and those too afraid to hear.

Then came the pain of thorns

produced from bitter experience.

And the unfoldment of elegant green leaves

developed out of secret knowledge

and the clear spiritual vision

of a humble dreaming prophet.

That we are able to honor

and share with one another

the bright pieces of heaven inside us

is what makes the rose

of this sacred kinship blossom all year round.

It is what anoints our lives in a holy way

with this rose oil perfume

of sweet grace, good faith, and enduring love.

Aberjhani

© 13 August, 2005