Uncultivated Rose

He spoke in sensual, romantic, rose-scented semiotic forms of
seductive poetry Signs and symbols,
his persuasive words engraved
in sensuous sonnets
on my inner woman's heart
Once I was emotionally consumed, touched by this kind of draining
textured love..
one burning question grew embedded roots
within my withered dying heart..
Can I ever hope to love this way again?

Intently dismal, I slowly wandered to the neglected weed-filled
garden
Left totally untended by the gardener du jour
Unprepared for winter time's uncaring barren attitude
I was frozen solid
Lost inside a desolate spiritual wasteland
All I wanted was to be alone
So I could wallow in my pointless pain and wanton misery

God opened up my paltry blinded eyes
to His peaceful flowered beauty
and blue-skyed solitude
The palpable feeling I was meant to master living
green grass in abundance 'neath my unshod feet

Do away with your bare-boned
self-pitying survival tips
Drink to your new-found health
a never ending unlimited fill
delightful liquid nourishment from
My sparkling crystal challice

From where I stood
I could see a marble statue of Jesus
Conversing in quiet tranquillity
with the woman at the well
So close to heaven in the vast
wide open spaces
The soothing arms of late October's welcoming well-groomed
cemetery
Surrounded by true lasting invocations flowing like the mighty river
Jordan
in the glittering sanded desert of my dislocated heart

The ultimate loss of civilized do-nothing cultivation
Brings about the wildest blooming rose
Her fortressed fortitude is flourishing
She grows ever stronger in adversity
Scattering her fragrant perfumed petals
Across the dry and arrid land

Humankind's earthly openings oftimes lead to dying deathly
closures,
while God's caring loving closures oftimes lead to the serenity of
heavenly openings
The Universal miracle of faith
works everything out
when you place the whole of you
in the mighty hands of His eternal love