A Bouquet of Roses

A Bouquet of Roses

You bought me roses,

“A simple gesture,” you said,

so I could know you care.

Yet, they meant so much more,

an answer to my prayer.

Long green stems with thorns,

to protect the water’s route.

Part of your gesture, a sign,

that reminded me of our King

and His pain worse than mine.

Foliage decorated the vase,

crafted in handmade glass,

the colour of the water.

I felt even more gratitude,

as blessings never falter.

Dozens of petals arranged

with soft cream veins

melting into peach surrounds

exploding at every edge

into scarlet red crowns.

Exuding exotic fragrance,

filling the air of my space

with the perfume of friendship,

the love grown of suffering shared,

the knowing of an end to every hardship.

Thank-you my friend,

for reminding me of what’s important,

again.