24 Rose Petals: Compassion

I ponder your face in the rose petals
One two three they tumble
Four five six they collapse
Unresponsive and hated

Do I stop?
Paste what has fallen?
Stagger away from you remembered?

Seven eight nine they tumble
Ten eleven twelve they collapse
Unresponsive and hated

Do I continue?
Weep at what has tortured me?
Stagger away from you forgotten?

Thirteen fourteen fifteen they tumble
Sixteen seventeen eighteen they collapse
Unresponsive and hated

I ponder my face in compassions petals
Nineteen twenty twenty-one they tumble
Twenty-two twenty-three twenty-four they collapse
You are who I used to be
Unresponsive and hated


(While my poem could be interrupted several different ways) I Believe, the concept is true…. there is always something… we can hate about our selves or the people around us (most of the time what we hate in other people is what we used to be). But God in his love gives us compassions petals. Don’t be afraid to pass them along.

Holding Beauty;Dreams

I stare at the little girl in font of me. . what a pleasing picture, her hand wrapped around her fathers’ thumb, while He holds her tightly. This is real enchantment, a father’s love for his daughter. Worship music ushers in Gods presences. I lift my hands and close my eyes.

But the little girl, continues to captivate my thoughts. Something doesn’t fit. . Startled, I realized what I’m missing. The girl wasnt INSTANTLY beautiful she BECAME beautiful.. Nine months of WAITING, morning sickness, lying awake at night worrying, followed by PAIN birthed this child. Such are all things with God…. time and labor equaling love.

I open my eyes, those around me sing “How Great is Our God” as an angle turns from her daddy and waves. I find my self waving back … yes, beauty does exist after ashes.Dreams are real, but how many times do i quit before i get to hold them?


For those of you who are in the “ wait & pain” period don’t give up…. one day you will hold your dreams. Isaiah 61:3 to appoint unto them that mourn in Zion, that beauty should be given unto them instead of ashes, the oil of joy instead of mourning, the garment of praise instead of the spirit of heaviness: that they might be called terebinths of righteousness, the planting of Jehovah, that he may be glorified.