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 overtaken among its dusty,
fragrant shadows, this path

we've tread countless times
and are we not yet sated

on the splendor and the aromas
of this alluring and compelling chimera?

Praise the Creator and not the 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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