The Faithbook

A place of writing and reflection…

The Rose

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Disillusioned by life with good reason to frown

For the world was intent on dragging me down

And if that weren’t enough to run my day

A young boy out of breath approached me, all tired from play.

 

He stood right before me with his hand tilted down

And with great excitement, “Look wht I found!”

In his hand was a rose, what a pitiful sight

With it’s petals all worn – not enough rain or too little light.

 

Wanting him to take his dead rose and go off to play

I faked a small smile and then shifted away.

But instead of retreating he sat next to my side

And placed the rose to his nose and declared with surprise,

 

“It sure smells pretty

And it’s beautiful too

That’s why I picked it

Here, it’s for you.”

 

The weed before me was dying or dead

Not vibrant of colors, orange, yellow or red.

But I knew I must take it, or he might never leave

So I reached for the rose and replied, “Just what I need.”

 

But instead of him placing the rose in my hand

He held it in mid-air without reason or plan.

It was then that I noticed for the very first time

That weed-toting boy could not see — he was blind.

 

I heard my voice quiver, tears shone like the sun

As I thanked him for picking the very best one.

“You’re welcome,” he smiled, and then ran off to play

Unaware of the impact he’d had on my day.

 

I sat there and wondered how he managed to see

A self-pitying woman beneath the old willow tree.

How did he know of my self-indulged plight?

Perhaps from his heart, he’d been blessed with true sight.

 

Through the eyes of a blind child at last I could see

The problem was not with the world — the problem was me.

And for all of those times I myself had been blind

I vowed to see beauty in life and appreciate every second that’s mine.

 

And then I held that wilted flower up to my nose

And breathed in the fragrance of a beautiful rose.

And smiled as I watched that young boy — another weed in his hand

About to change the life of an unsuspecting old man.

 

—Author Unknown

The Faithbook 2013
Story Curtesy of godslittleacre.net.
Image Curtesy of PDGR at Pixelbay.com.

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