Poem: The Revels of The Rose
Revel: To take intense pleasure, satisfaction in something. Merriam-Webster Dictionary
The following story poem was inspired after a friend, Sharon, posted a picture in her yard of two brilliant red roses, each with a crown of ice donning their bright, cherry-red heads. Not only did it captivate and draw me, but it inspired this poem. The photo is now printed on canvas and hangs in my office to delight me all the more.
She wearied herself unseen, unheard
With petals crimped and colors blurred
The weight of soul, the ice did pierce
No longer strong, no longer fierce.
Cried out she did, in vulnerable voice
With heavy of soul, she had no choice
Then as a dream, a warmth shown through
A vision of light, a vision of blue.
Pristine a Presence of pure divine
Whispered these words, like blush of wine
“Looking for Me, in such a time?
Come, walk with me, it’s summertime.
From somber color to rising rays.
Of diamonds and opals and rubies of praise
The scent of peace, the fragrance of Hope
A winter sweet, no longer to grope
“The weight you bear on petals drooping
Are a cloak of care, The Spirits swooping
A weight of glory and diamond dust
A crown of jewels and here you trust
These times of troubles will melt away
For splendor and glory I will display
A life that’s given, will graciously bloom
And blossoms you gather, your heirloom
To live as Christ and die is gain
The flower of red, drenched in vein
Flowers do fade as flowers do
But the word of God stands, fresh and new
It stands forever and will always be
The Rose of Bethlehem crowned for thee.
His Name is Jesus, our counselor Friend
From crown of thorns to transcend
This Rose did bloom in purity white
To shine the truth where all is bright
The rose of red on earth did see
Appeared to her, with colors that be
Unimaginably vibrant, and crystal clear
It lifted her chin and brought great cheer
All things new, all things beautiful
Things gone through, are made more usable
A beautiful warmth, and the soul breathed in
The woman of flower and here it begins.
Hope does blossom for what was promised
And here she revels in the song of Psalmist.