#22 - Yellow Rose
I wrote this in 2004 as a dream, not reality. It has stood for three years as one of my all-time favorite poems, one of my best romance poems, and a beautiful picture of my belief that true love is based on sacrifice, not feelings. I'm still looking forward to the day when this poem will be more than a dream... when God's plans fall into place... when a yellow rose is transformed...
Yellow Rose
You’ve given me a yellow rose,
A gift of friendship which has bloomed;
A lovely thought, but now I know
That any thought of love is doomed.
But what’s more precious than a friend?
I’ll live life worthy of this gift,
The friendship due to you I’ll send,
And prayers for you to God I’ll lift—
***
Somewhere between back then and now
I found that sometimes we will bleed,
Through hurting hearts to push the plow
And in the furrows plant the seeds,
In sacrifice we gave our hearts,
In friendship took a crown of thorns,
And though my soul was torn apart
Through death a newer life was born—
***
I kept that rose for many years,
And found that through the pain endured
The soil was sprinkled by my tears,
And unexpected joy occurred:
As blood was dripping from my hand
It fell upon the yellow rose,
And sacrifice, the way God planned,
A rose of red has now composed!
Yellow Rose
You’ve given me a yellow rose,
A gift of friendship which has bloomed;
A lovely thought, but now I know
That any thought of love is doomed.
But what’s more precious than a friend?
I’ll live life worthy of this gift,
The friendship due to you I’ll send,
And prayers for you to God I’ll lift—
***
Somewhere between back then and now
I found that sometimes we will bleed,
Through hurting hearts to push the plow
And in the furrows plant the seeds,
In sacrifice we gave our hearts,
In friendship took a crown of thorns,
And though my soul was torn apart
Through death a newer life was born—
***
I kept that rose for many years,
And found that through the pain endured
The soil was sprinkled by my tears,
And unexpected joy occurred:
As blood was dripping from my hand
It fell upon the yellow rose,
And sacrifice, the way God planned,
A rose of red has now composed!
posted by Benjamin Graber | 9:26 AM
4 Comments:
I can see why this is a favorite of yours. I really enjoyed reading it.
Your poems tell really neat stories of spiritual growth. Life is never easy, but there is always joy in today and hope for the future if we choose to follow God. That is an incredibly powerful message.
Okay, the problem with commenting on a poetry blog....you can either say nothing, or the same basic thing each time, or you can repeat the poem in a much less eloquent fashion. :-)
That said, this one was great...I love it! The hopes, the dreams, the longing for true romance...I think this is one of my favorites.
That last one was also great!
Blessings,
~Brianna
Okay, the problem with commenting on a poetry blog....you can either say nothing, or the same basic thing each time, or you can repeat the poem in a much less eloquent fashion. :-)
Ha, I can see that... :-) It is encouraging for me to know that someone is reading this, though, and maybe getting blessed a bit...
That said, this one was great...I love it! The hopes, the dreams, the longing for true romance...I think this is one of my favorites.
Well, I can basically say the same thing again as well - thank you, it is encouraging to me to know that someone appreciates what I've written. :-)
Your poems tell really neat stories of spiritual growth. Life is never easy, but there is always joy in today and hope for the future if we choose to follow God. That is an incredibly powerful message.
My hope is that I can encourage people to follow Christ more closely. If I can do that for even just one person, any efforts are repaid a hundredfold!
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