RADIANCE OF THE RED ROSE

Radiance Of The Red Rose 

The majestic deepness, of the red color in the rose, is the depth of its love. The red petals, penetrate the sentiment of the heart. The signature of its image, is everywhere. When words fail to speak, the red rose voice, is understood. For the red rose is the hallmark, of all flowers. It is the grace from the garden. It is heaven’s flower, and instills peace in the heart. The keeper of the red rose, is our Blessed Mother. It symbolizes her great love and affection, for all her children; for one red rose, can speak a thousand words, a thousand voices; each petal is precious—inspiring, uplifting the spirit to contentment. 

When a red rose's work is done, and the petals fall to the ground, gather up the faded petals into your hand. Hold them close to your heart, for the work of the red rose is yet, unfinished. If you place them in a glass jar to look at, they are rekindled, in remembrance! For its love remains, and lives in its dreams of presence. A red rose folded into a book, is long forgotten; it is the red rose in a glass jar, that beckons and mellows the soul. It can melt the hardest of hearts. It sits, and waits from its glass shell, to give its precious gifts, and graces. It is a recalling of closeness, and moments of affection. It speaks in a whisper, but speaks every language ever known. Without a doubt, it is influential, and spiritual in nature. It has a certain element of divineness, instilled within its structure—to fill a void of many needs. To understand, and feel the presence of the red rose, is a gift of grace. 

What Is, A Red Rose ? 

It has sensitivity, to all needs / It's a bridge, from the eyes to the heart / It always looks for an entrance, not an exit / It's a professional, at its task / It's a flower, of truth / It rings the doorbell, and waits / It's a warrior, but not a conqueror / It’s aura, is like a warm blanket / It's the helper, to laryngitis /It's the outpouring, of the reservoir within / It's communication, with no words / It's a reservation, in hope / It’s gift, never tires / It’s warmth, is like a furnace / It’s beauty, captures the doubter / It's rich, but affordable / It’s reputation, is unshakable /  It’s message, is delicate / It’s softness, is like a first kiss / It's the key, to the door / It’s direction, needs no map / It’s presence, fills an empty room / It’s thoughtfulness, lights a torch / It's the perfume, of many thoughts / It repairs many things, with no tools / It needs, no introduction / It's a gift, of substance / It draws inward, to the soul / It's the spark, to the flame / It's a communion, of two hearts / It moves fast, but gentle / It’s integrity, is unquestionable / It asks for nothing, but gives everything / It's seductive, but innocent /  It's healing, with no medication / It's rapture, to the heart / It carries much weight, but weighs little / It is elegant, like a king / It’s finesse, captivates the heart / It's the fragrance, of love's ocean / It's the bed of petals, that rest in the soul / It's the voice of the heart; it always invites / It's a calling to the inner-spirit, for action / It makes a king, out of the giver / It's rich, in its meaning / It overflows, with compassion / It's a prayer, to the lonely / It’s presence, encompasses its company / It enters, like a child / It soothes the heart, from its torment / It’s beauty, is magical / It’s bud, is a prelude to a sunrise / It's the pulse, of lovers / It dignifies, one’s thoughts / It dissolves, one’s hurt / It's comfort, to the sorrow / It’s gift, is never misunderstood / It's a highway, to the heart / It’s face, is the reflection of the giver / It's a moment, in closeness / It makes a statement, but is not boastful / It's a token, of affection / It amplifies, one’s feelings / It's in harmony, with all things / It never loses, its welcome / It's respectful, and mature. 

The red rose, is love! Love, is the voice of the Lord. It is in this spectrum the Lord chooses, to inspire the heart, into a compassionate stage. And this level, is like a blossom—opening up one’s self, to extend our boundaries, to touch a multitude of hearts and people’s needs. 

To send a red rose, is to send yourself. We give thanks, to this avenue of communication: the red rose—petals of compassion, that multiply in radiance, as the Lord guides us, in our journey, of love. 

Robert J. Varrick 

rjvarrick@gmail.com