I know many of my followers
came along after I wrote
this poem several years ago.
I thought I would post it.
I wrote this in just a few minute's time
as I saw the picture of this 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 quite 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 had 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~
about the Christmas Rose,
If you've not heard it e'er before~
this is how it goes.
The night sky glowed quite 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 had 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 know everyone has their own beliefs
and I respect that.
If nothing else, just enjoy it
for the beauty of the moment.
MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ALL OF YOU.
YOU ALL HAVE A PIECE OF MY HEART!
