The Rose
Daniel Miller
And upon a day,
while walking
among the flowers of his teacher's
garden, did the child speak
unto the Mystic:
"Some men claim that
this life
is the darkness of a curse,
and a punishment to be endured
for all our wicked ways.
Oh Mystic, what say you of
life ?"
And the Mystic
answered:
"I say that life is
neither a curse nor a punishment,
But a rose filled with the
beauty of desire.
The stem of the rose is your
life upon this earth,
The thorns, painful lessons
you bring unto
yourself, that you might learn.
The leaves are those joys
that enter
your life with the tenderness
of an unseen Love.
Curse not the sorrow of your
thorns,
for the deeper they cut unto
the heart of
your being, the greener the
leaves of joy shall be.
The tiny bud is your soul,
waiting to
bloom with the truth of God
among its petals.
Slowly will your flower unfold,
that you might not become
lost
within the fragrance of its
secret.
And when the rose is at the
height of its beauty,
Shall you not see the pureness
of God
smiling from the very center
of your Being ?"
by © Daniel Miller from
Song Of The Mystic:
The
Phophet's Candle - Spiritual
and Mystical Poetry
