The Rose

There is so much uncertainty, fear, and stress in our world today, and the many
forces pushing us into this or that. I often ask myself, “How can I find the inner
strength to handle it all?

Where do I go to find deeper meaning and purpose to life?

I have found that finding a way to honor my inner knowing requires a different way of being. It necessitates time to stop and appreciate the beauty around me. Moreover, taking pleasure in the simple things, living from my heart, and remembering that I am of Divine origin.

To find the inner strength to handle all the forces requires courage, endurance, and love of self. Here is the inner work to uncover what hides in the unconscious and bring it into the light of consciousness with love and forgiveness. We can begin by giving attention to our inner thoughts and naming them.

I find comfort whenever I read certain quotes that touch me deeply. All cares are wiped away and I am left in the energy of the words. Listening to music that fills me with peace and calm offering inner peace. Reading poetry sooths my cares away.

One of my favorite songs is “The Rose” by Amanda McBroom. I placed it after the Dedication Page in my Winter’s Mystery book. I believe that love and hope are the foundation to heal our world and us.

Her song offers hope and meaning to the senseless acts done by humanity to humanity.


For the answer I return to “The Rose” because it fills me with
peace and provides meaning and purpose to life when non is available.

If we ponder Nature in winter there is life in the darkness and only in spring
we witness the seed’s potential. Herein, is the mystery of our winter for rebirthing
our human soul and stopping the inner and outer madness

May “The Rose” provide you that stillness that takes away all fear offering peace.OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA

The Rose

Some say love, it is a river
That drowns the tender reed
Some say love, it is a razor
That leaves your soul to bleed

Some say love, it is a hunger
An endless, aching need
I say love, it is a flower
And you, it’s only seed

It’s the heart, afraid of breaking
That never learns to dance
It’s the dream, afraid of waking
That never takes the chance

It’s the one who won’t be taken
Who cannot seem to give
And the soul afraid of dying
That never learns to live

When the night has been too lonely
And the road has been too long
And you think that love is only
For the lucky and the strong

Just remember, in the winter
Far beneath the bitter snows
Lie the seed, that with the sun’s love
In the spring, becomes the rose


About patricia720

Interfaith Minister, spiritual coach, nutritional counseling, Indie author of: Winter's Mystery-Time To Go Within:Spiritual Journeying. I enjoy gardening, writing, reading, cooking and nature. My passion is to encourage and empower others to release, rebirth, reclaim their authentic self. I live in the beautiful Berkshire, MA and enjoy the four seasons. I like to sit on my porch and view the sunrise and sunset. Walking in the early morning and listening to the birds songs is a gift I give to myself. I am a searcher and dreamer and love learning.
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2 Responses to The Rose

  1. Le Penseur says:

    I really like this “It’s the one who won’t be taken Who cannot seem to give And the soul afraid of dying That never learns to live” Beautiful words.


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