Interlude

I pause
to caress the 
soft velvet of 
a yellow tea rose

each bud unfolds
revealing the delicate gold
at its core

each petal
sprinkled with the 
dew of dawn

brings forth
the promise of a new day
unblemished by sorrow,
the angst of life

each thorn a reminder
that Jesus too
wore a crown of thorns

that He suffered
for us, that we might find
Eternal life


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