After the storm, the petals have fallen,
Gravity spoke, and persuaded the fall;
Sepals held out as long as they could,
But glue holding flower answered the call,
Relinquishing blossom, ashes to earth,
A dazzling litter of dying perfume;
Beauty in living, lived in full splendor –
Wrapped in death’s pallor, a beautiful tomb.
Every stage in life holds a wild and unique beauty; from birth to death, our paths hold deep significance and value.
This one is really exquisite! I love, “A dazzling litter of dying perfume”–WOW.
🙂 What depth in the life lessons we are called to live out – how slow I am in the learning! But my eyes are beginning to see things that hold incredible beauty within them – I am so glad that you are along for the ride!
I’m glad too, sweet sister–it is only by God’s “insistent love” that I’m still here at all. He must have had an idea that we’d enjoy meeting each other!
There are so many unexpected blessings scattered like rose petals along the path! 🙂
Another dazzling beauty. Thanks, Melody!
Thanks so much for stopping by and commenting – I love to hear what readers are thinking, and I’m happy for every bit of feedback I can get!
lovely. where was this photo taken?
All of my photos are from my garden (unless I have borrowed an image, and those are marked with credit.) I have a large flower garden and also a plot for vegetables.
okay:) That was an amazing photo.
Thank you! It literally was taken right after a storm, with the roses all blasted off onto the ground…