Roses Amidst the Thorn
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Om Roses Amidst the Thorn
Roses Amidst the Thorns is a collection of poems which traces a couples intimate, twenty year relationship--their young, uninhibited love, their mature spiritual love, the breakdown of their love and the acceptance of the changes in their love. It is my hope by writing these poems to stimulate the reader in such a manner that they realize loving is universal. It is the most powerful force which governs the paths of our lives. At one time or another, we all move into similar phases within relationships. We experience common feelings, feelings which are not so unique to ourselves as they are to the human condition. Hopefully, we learn as a group to regard and cherish the rose (our loves) amidst the thorns (society and self-gratification) so that we may nurture our relationships seeking guidance, wisdom and strength from God, instead of watching them wither and die. ROSES AMIDST THE THORNSOur love began as a tiny bud. An introduction by a close friend,A flashed smile, a quick flirtation,Gentle touches with long conversationsLasting into the night. You were fire and iceA whirlwind wanting to changeYour surroundings. I was struck by the sheer electricityAround you. As you entered a roomAn aura of blue light flooded your countenance. I felt caught up in the glow of your illumination. Tremendous growth occurred with you. The petals of my sheltered lifeGently began to open. I blossomed into a radiant woman. Unafraid, I turned myself to your exposure. I drank in your rays and basted in the comfortOf your love. Encased within the beauty of the roseAre the sharp thorns which surfaceRandomly on the stem. I took each thorn as it emerged. Lifting my petals so they wouldnt tearInto my blossoms. I was contented because you wanted me. The stem was strengthenedBy the outpouring of love and attentionYou showered upon me. I grew, radiated pastel colorsAnd opened completely. For a long time I remainedIn this blossomed state. Taking for granted that the warmthOf your love and the lightWhich beamed from youWould always be there. Blinded by my comfort,I chose not to see the changes in the seasons. Yes, my petals shiveredWhen the cold set in. But I could visualize the glow and warmth. I paid no attention to the real climate. I mentally created my own environment. For me I was still that beautiful roseYou tended and loved. By the time I realized I was witheredAnd in danger of dyingI had no strength to pull my stem up. As I triedMy petals gently fell to the ground. Now instead of a beautiful rose, Was a stick with thornsLying crushed in the dirt. But as with all Gods creationsHe affords us the chance of rebirthAnd new spirit. I look forward to the SpringWhen all things are new. And life begins again. I WATCHED YOU CHANGEI watched you change,From the personI loved, became a part of and respected,Into someone dark, deceiving and unfeeling. Perhaps you were right. Maybe I never knew the real you. If so, Im glad I knewThe person you pretended to be. For in that personLived kindness, strength and unshakable faith. A spiritual giant,Who inspired me to believeAnd reach for the stars. A gentle spirit, lovingYet firm with his children. A passionate lover, an understanding friend. I watched the metamorphosis take place. Exchanging honesty with lies, Caring with manipulation,Loving with indifference,And I mourn for my husband now lost. I watched you change. I stood by and did nothing. False pride, pain and jealouslyKept me from reaching out to you. I can only hopeSomeday youll discoverThe courage to find yourself again. This time allowing GodTo make the changes in youThat Ive prayed Hed make in me. SEPARATINGFor me the time has comeTo separate myself from you. The pain of feeling our marriageBeing ripped apartIs more than I can bear. I thought