My Rose; My Thorn. A Sonnet to my Brother Al (Word 55)
To my Brother Al With Love
Much Love, my Friend Al
O my rose sublime! O nature’s beauty!
Your unparalleled allure continues,
To captivate the radiance of the Soul.
O morning’s star; O evening’s glory,
The emerging enchantment of the dawn;
The soothing glimmer of yon horizon,
Waltzes with the wafts of thy cute blossoms.
O piercing thorn, you remove the inner scars
Of septic wounds, dining in my darkness.
Sweet rose, O paragon of excellence,
You remind me of the supernal Light.
O prickly thorn, conduit of the Beloved,
You both dance in remedial Silence
In Love’s rapture, to make me whole again.
-Manatita, The Lantern Carrier. ©Copyrighted 1st October, 2016.
~ Awakening The Inner Light ~
Human darkness and Wisdom
Human darkness is like a thorn entering into a limb, and so another may be required to get rid of it. This second thorn is a temporary saving Grace. Eventually we throw them both away in order to avoid or create more problems.
Wisdom always have to enter the picture, for it is the intelligence of the Soul. (Paraphrased from the writings of my Guru Sri Chinmoy).
The rose is a universal symbol of beauty and indeed quintessentially exquisite for both paramours and funeral agencies alike. It is indeed held in the highest esteem. God's charm and charisma exudes there to the fullest and it is one of His most natural gifts to aspiring humanity. Praise be!!
Roses and thorns
Are they both useful in your experience?
© 2016 manatita44