Listening to every heart
Like The Climbing Rose
I have had my ups and downs,
sometimes more down than up
but rather than see the bleak in things
I enjoy my half-filled cup.
But let me tell you a little tale
of the story of the climbing rose
‘twon’t be a very long story
but this is how it goes…..
She liked roses, fine and fair
as they have a way of scenting air
so climbing roses did she sow
hoping they would soon to grow.
She watered and she tended
then carefully suspended
her love around the bush.
But sorrowfully, no growth.
Rabbits came and nibbled
like a puppy with its kibble
so instead of growing, no
the bush became a stick, just so.
He looked about him with dismay
went to her and he did say
“I will get you another one today”
silently she shook her head, nay.
“If it is meant to be, dear heart,
leave the rose base there in part;
for if we should have roses fair,
they’ll spring forth from that spot there.”
Now he, no, he did not believe
and figured after a year of no leaves
she would ask him to plant once more,
never for a moment figuring what there was in store.
Winter came, cold, dank and blowing
deep in slumber rose’s heart lay glowing,
knowing that it had a gift to give
knowing that it still had a life to live.
That its dear lady did not tear it asunder,
silently it waited for spring, then summer,
first a leaf, and then some sprigs grew;
she looked on, for the lady knew.
For good things come when one will wait,
it is not for us a time to dictate
when things should happen before its time
if you have faith, you’ll be fine…
Just like the rose, which grew and grew,
fragrant blood red roses, who knew?
For it was not what was planted long ago
it was supposed to be pink roses…so…
26 April, 2000
Look, then, into thine heart, and write ~~~ Henry Wadsworth Longfellow