It really is like Mr. Gray puts it:
a "school of roses, baby".
A place to learn how to cultivate life,
enjoying its beauty and coping with its spikes.
The process is hard, the stings harm,
and the labor is neverending.
However, if done properly and diligently,
blooming buds release an odor so strong
that leaves no room for doubt about
who the Author of it all is -
the school and the roses.
Through the dirt, surrounding the roots,
the painful stems,
the fairness of the leafs and rousing petals:
grace to blossom,
mercy for the thorns,
and His incomprehensible peace.
"You will keep him in perfect peace, whose mind is stayed on You, because he trusts in You"
(Isaiah 26.1).
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