"Growing Roses For The World"
A certain man planted a rose and watered it faithfully, and before it
blossomed, he examined it. He saw the bud that would soon
blossom and also the thorns. And he thought, "How can any beautiful
flower come from a plant burdened with so many sharp thorns?"
Saddened by this thought, he neglected to water the rose,
and before it was ready to bloom, it died...
So it is with many people. Within every soul there is a rose.The
God-like qualities planted in us at birth grow amid the thorns of our
faults. Many of us look at ourselves and see only the thorns, the
defects. We despair, thinking that nothing good can possibly come
from us. We neglect to water the good within us, and eventually
it dies
"We Never Realize Our Potential"
Some people do not see the Rose Within Themselves;
someone else must show it to them...................................
One of the Greatest Gifts a person can possess is to be
able to reach past the thorns and find the rose within others.
This is the Characteristic of Love, to look at a person,
and knowing his faults look into his or her soul, and
help them realize that they can overcome these faults.
If we show him the rose, he will conquer the
thorns. Then will he blossom, blooming forth thirty, sixty, a
hundred-fold as it is given to him.........................
Live your life and help others by showing them their
Roses and not their Thorns.
Only then can we achieve the love we should feel for each other.
Only Then Can We Bloom In Our Own Garden.
Love is like a garden,
We must tend to it each day.
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A Friend
A friend is like a flower,
A rose to be exact,
Or maybe like a brand new gate
That never comes unlatched.
A friend is like an owl,
Both beautiful and wise,
Or perhaps a friend is like a ghost,
Whose spirit never dies.
A friend is like those blades of grass,
That you can never mow,
Standing straight, tall and proud,
In a perfect little row.
A friend is like a heart that goes,
Strong until the end.
Where would we be in this world,
If we didn't have a friend.
Mable Emma Berger
My Grandmother, My Teacher, My Friend
A True Rose of Perfection
1899 ~ 1989
"The rose is the symbol of transience,
of spring and beauty,
of completion and perfection.
It is a symbol of Love and metamorphosis
of passion"
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