Saturday, January 31, 2015

The rose thorny lane

The rose thorny lane                                                                                

Stop and smell the roses, the pundits say
but shall we keep God waiting

down the rose thorny lane another day;
with death approaching from behind;

ever overtaking us among its dusty, fragrant shadows –
this path we’ve tread countless times

and are we not yet sated
by its alluring splendor and bouquet?  

Praise the Creator not creation;
enjoy and savor its showy riches

from the safe and lofty lap
of His holy, immaculate perspective.

Fly to His arms, then wander up the lane
hand in hand, with all the time in the world.

O child of God, remind yourself of Mehera’s labor
in the gently scented gardens of Meherazad.

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