The Christmas Rose

THE CHRISTMAS ROSE

There is a legend old as time
about the Christmas Rose,
If you've not heard it e'er before~
this is how it goes.

The night sky glowed splendidly,
and the girl could see a Star.
It brightly shone upon the land
and beckoned from afar.

She left her door step quietly
without a backward glance,
She knew that she must follow it
and take the risk-the chance.

She heard the shepherds talking
about the child so near,
That would change the world forever-
that could comfort every fear.

She watched behind a hillock
as the Magi took their place,
With their gifts of myrrh & frankincense
& gold in a fine case.

She wanted such a special gift
for this baby oh-so-dear,
But she was poor, had nothing,
and she cried a silent tear.

She quickly searched the countryside~
a flower was her thought,
But the winter was cold
& damp & mean-
no flower to be sought.

She earnestly began to weep
and softly shed each tear,
While an angel watched & marveled
at the love she held so dear.

"Why are you crying, my child?" she asked
as she met her on the ground
"I long to give something to this child
- but nothing have I found."

The angel touched her tears
where they lay upon the earth,
And a Rose sprung up beneath them-
a green & silent birth.

Now go and give your roses, child,
your gift of heart & tear,
And the Savior child will bless you
& comfort you, my dear.

She gently picked the roses
and took them to the place,
Where the baby lay in splendor
in His lowly birthing space.

She stared upon his countenance-
this ragged, humble child,
And He turned his little face up
and looked at her & smiled.

Yes! That's the story of the Christmas Rose-
it's been heard by many ears,
But the Blessing it brings at Christmas time
will carry us through the years.
~©Diana Kosmoski~

I wrote this a couple of years ago for a
gardening group that I belong to..
thought I would share it here.