The Paper Rose

 

 

THE PAPER ROSE

 

In your garden of roses, Lord

Buds

Half Blossoms

Full Blossoms

Colourful roses

Beautiful roses

Flutter and dance gaily

Caressed by your breath

 

In your garden of roses, Lord

Blown by the wind,

Swirled across lands, seas and moors,

In a bed of thorns, nestles the paper rose.

No colour to catch your eyes,

No perfume to fill your head,

Your Grace yearns the paper rose.

Trampled over,

Forsaken by kith and kin,

‘Et tu?’ she beseeches thee,

Your shadow suddenly covering the sky.

 

In your garden of roses, Lord,

In a jolt, you halt your stroll.

Ceremoniously you bend your knees,

Your hands cupping the paper rose.

Listlessly on your bosom,

Drops of tears wetting her withered folds,

Murmuring softly ‘Te amo!’ in her ear,

The kiss of life you blow onto the paper rose.

 

(Excerpt from ‘My Journey with God- 2008’ by Author)

 

-Anita Bacha-

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