Sunday, October 6, 2013

Red Rose

You can live without bread but not without roses.
Jean Richepin

You were painted,
But not by my brush
You were painted without a tube of oils,
Without colors mixed in a chemist's lab.
God spoke you and you came up from the soil
Through branches and stems,
Where you formed a bud and grew and bulged
Like an infant swelling a mother's belly,
Sun warmed you, roots fed you in silence.
You burst on my day against green leaves 
Outside my window this morning
Just as God planned.

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