The Roses Along My Path

The rose sat on the counter
A perfect specimen.
Its form was soft and comely,
A ruby diadem.

I passed it very quickly
To do some other task,
A second time I passed there
Before it seemed to ask,

“I’m here to share my beauty,
My fragrance is for you.
Will you not stop and linger
A moment passing through?”

I stooped and contemplated
Its petals lush and pink,
Inhaled its sweet aroma.
It seemed to softly wink –

“These little joys aren’t waiting
For some far distant time.
You must enjoy them daily
While they are in their prime.”

Now as I pass the roses
Along my path I take,
I pause to catch the beauty
God put there for my sake.

Christina Joy Hommes