The Petals
Of The Rose
© by Bud Lemire on June
29, 2003
Fragile as
the petals, placed upon the rose
Simple as the
spirit, of a mind that always knows
Touching of
the soul, of the times gone by
Childhood
remembered, wipe your eyes dry
A face made
up, to show something more
Doesn't seem
to reach, within the inner core
A past that
seems to call, of all things gone insane
A child
searching, for a place to hide the pain
Searching for
a future, that doesn't seem so bleak
Hidden in the
places, where most people seldom seek
Only those
that are gifted, see beyond the door
They're the
ones who know, what life has in store
Gather around
my children, and listen really well
Voices that
are heard, beyond what mortals tell
Fragile as
the petals, placed upon the rose
An openness
of everything, that everybody knows
If you listen
closely, you may hear a bell
Beyond the
Earthly realm, where our spirits dwell
Life is a gift, like a
rose. To experience all things
we have been granted
while we live here, is to
understand all things
as they are. Before us,
beyond, and around us.
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