"By a voice he saith: Hear me, ye divine offspring, and bud forth as the rose planted by the brooks of waters. [18] Give ye a sweet odour as frankincense. [19] Send forth flowers, as the lily, and yield a smell, and bring forth leaves in grace, and praise with canticles, and bless the Lord in his works." (Ecclesiaticus, a.k.a. Sirach, 39:17-18)
I am a rose by the living waters
My roots reach deep into the river’s bed
My thorny arms reach out to the heavens
Angelic choirs descend from the heavens
their arms full of graces poured like waters
upon the earth. I quicken in my bed
Glorious is the sunrise warming my bed
Blessed are the rains sent by the heavens
This humble flower, my own Lord waters
Pure waters cleanse my bed to yield roses for the heavens.
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you are as lovely as the rose you write about, pure and and absorbing all the nutrients of life and giving back in glory of the creator. Lovely Imelda!