THE TEARS OF ROSES-PART-2

THE TEARS OF ROSES - PART II 

I have written words of great love and affection to an unseen admirer. I have poured out my heart and soul, and sent gifts of roses, lifted up, in prayers of compassion. This relationship is with great love and reverence, to a lady I have yet to see, or meet. If this be a test, then these words I write, are my own falling rose petals, calling out to Our Blessed Mother in my fears, and listening for her voice of direction. Her external beauty I do not seek, for the beauty of one’s appearance, or looks, is but a shell of what is kept inside. The real beauty is of the heart, its gifts and treasures which are stored within. Of all gifts given, those of the heart are the purest, radiating upward from the soul, unbounded in measure with the richness of oneself, to another. I am so attuned to our Blessed Mother’s tears and sorrow, that it does not matter what she looks like, or, if this scent of roses, fades away; I would still feel this great love and sorrow for her. She is the Mother of us all; she calls us, and we should listen, and open our hearts to hers, to excel our thoughts and deeds, so as to bring ourselves to a higher level to the Lord's closeness. To think not of your Mother, and to think not of your Mother's sorrow and tears, is a sadness to her very self. Of all in heaven, there is joy. How then, can our Blessed Mother be sad? Of the many who continue to reject Her Son, and those who abort Her little children: how can She be joyous about this? For in Her sadness, the tears of roses fall; the rose, is of love; it is of sorrow; it is the tears of the heart. It is a deep burning fragrance of the soul. It reaches out to ignite spiritual awareness, for peace, prayer, and conversion. 

I write these thoughts, to help you find your way to Our Blessed Mother's Immaculate Heart. Let not your time be wasted, for your time is short. Love seeks you out, that your spiritual journey becomes fragrant, and finds your Blessed Mother's arms of embrace. Love your Mother. Always, love your Mother. Her softness and guidance are the treasures that fill you with wisdom, and a path to follow. Her teachings are many, and many tears have fallen for you when you let go of her hand, and pursued your own direction. She will always be your Mother; she will always look out for you in troubled times and guide you, when you resist. She will always reach for you, and love you, always. You shall never be separated from her heart, for in her heart, you shall always be. 

And it is best to confide in your Mother first, before facing your Father. Your Father is more stern, and less patient. For in these times she is your intercessor, and speaks of you with compassion. She has the composure to be firm, but yet, melt away your hardness. Of all she tells you, is for your own benefit. When you speak to her, speak from the heart; she will listen intently. Ask for things that are pleasing to your spiritual well being, and pray with reverence from deep within. Let your spirit be lifted up to hers, in sentiments, of great love. For love is the victor, and all good things come from it. 

Always pray to your Blessed Mother, for she carries your voice of prayers to her Son, Jesus, and this is favored, that you consulted her with great love, compassion, and affection. Never be tired of this path, for this is the road of enlightenment and of purification of your heart and soul. Let yourself melt into the arms of Our Blessed Mother, and know, that Jesus is at her side. Always pray, pray, pray. It is always just to seek the Lord directly; however, bringing thy Blessed Mother with you, is sweetness for your petitions. The tears of roses of Our Blessed Mother fall, with mercy, love and compassion. These tears will grace your heart and soul, and generate, a genuine internal uplifting of your spirit to Our Lord. This spiritual presence is a goal for you to seek. Daily prayer, the rosary, and meditation, will compassionate your efforts on your journey. This then, is the path of your salvation, to surrender all of yourself to the Lord. 

With the deepest of heart, love Our Blessed Mother, who at the Cross suffered in anguish, weeping for her Crucified Son. At the Cross, with these most sorrowful tears, is where I long to be. For this is where the tears of roses began. These tears of sorrow continue to wash over me, pouring great love deep into my heart and soul. I hold them, and caress them; and with great compassion, understand the deep prevailing love, of a Mother. 

The tears of roses have fallen upon me, and this scent of fragrance is a touch of heaven. And of these tears, each rose petal coated with unbounded love misting upon all the roses of heaven, reaching out and floating down across the earth, into our hearts. The tears of Our Blessed Mother are the weeping of love and anguish, the deepest of sorrow; a calling, to embrace our hearts with hers, that we be led to the path of her Son Jesus. She has come for us, with sweetness of roses, that our hearts open like rose buds and be taken up to become part of the bouquet. Our Blessed Mother calls us like little children, speaking in terms all can understand, that Christ Jesus loves us, in mercy, forgiveness and great love. For her Son Jesus was born through her; and through her, we seek intercession for grace and blessing, that our hearts become merciful and enlightened to follow the path to Our Lord. Our Blessed Mother extends her arms and heart, gathering us in, with gentleness and compassion. Who knows more about sorrow than the Father, Jesus, and Our Blessed Mother? No one! 

Let no one who reads these words, go away empty. I give you the avenue and courage in prayer: Mary, Our Blessed Mother for grace and intercession, to flower your path, to bring you close to her Son, Jesus; that you, may also flourish into the light of the Lord. “Hail Mary, full of grace, be with me when I fail; pick me up, when I fall; speak to me, when I’m not obeying; pray for me, when my words, are not enough; reach for me, when I am reaching for you; when I am angry, bring me gentleness; when I am harsh, soften my words; when I am troubled, fill me with peace; in my doubts, give me faith and truth; in my pain, bring me comfort; in my sinfulness, bring me forgiveness; in my weakness, give me strength; in my prayers, give me substance; in my need, bring me to Your Son Jesus; and let me be a flower, to your Immaculate Heart.” 

Let the tears of roses fall across the earth upon all our hearts and souls, to bring us everlasting peace, and raise us up to the kingdom of heaven. These are the tears of roses: pray, pray, pray! 

Pick up your cross; it is your ladder to heaven. 

Robert J. Varrick

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