Five fresh roses growing wild tucked away in the bushes of the hedge;
Hidden from the eyes of their passers-by, far from the chaos of the main street.
Only those who walk the hidden and narrow path have moments to refresh from looking at them–caught by a pleasant surprise.
I was having a bad day, Nothing seemed to go as planned
Nothing aligned itself on my way as I walked home deep in an unusual meditation with images of the impossibilities of what lie ahead.
I wept soundly:
I am among the lonely, the set-aside, hidden, only for few eyes to see; but, are they delighted that they have seen me?
Tears, tears, tears and more tears…
Taking deep breaths I allowed the Spirit to soothe my soul.
The roses in their perfection reminded me of God’s grace in my life.
P.s.Take time this season to smell the roses! jjf 2020