The Rose in Winter

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Other  |  House: Booksie Classic

Written for my daughter, who has been to Hell, and is recovering from an abusive relationship.

 

A delicate crimson rose endures

The snow and winds of winter's grasp

And closes up and wilts a while

Until Summer sun it finds at last

 

In this world of unrighteousness

Where brutes and ogres' egos roam

And selfishness abounds like weeds

She exists in shattered form

 

With silent seething disillusion

And saddened, unrequited love

Maddened by the unjust acts

of those who advertized their “love”

 

A vain and self-indulgent god

Did sieze himself her mind and oath

Presiding as the demons do

In hidden acts pronounced as gross

 

Enduring the madness of matriarchs

And the hostility of tribal gang

Where smiles of familial welcoming

Turned into savage, jealous fangs

 

Yet though the bitterness seeps through

And anger permeates her skin

Sweet dignity she still retains

And devotion stll resides within

 

Her adornment incorruptible

Her spirit mild yet resolute

Did not return evil for evil

But stood and conquered it with good

 

Happy is she who has endured

And in mild subjection did remain

Showing honour to a painful degree

To bring honour to Jehovah's name

 

And though she stumbled in despair

Yet withstood for righteous sake

Her loyalty, the beast could not sever

Nor divine concsience could he break

 

For like the rose at winter's end

That bears a striking sharpened thorn

Her petals still are soft and pure

And her soul with beauty still adorned

 

For the righteous one who sees all things

And whose love she yet retains

Will never for eternity forget

The love she showed for his great name

 

And should she reach out and beseech

And trust his salvation once again

She would know with certainty

He has never let go her hand

 

 

 


Submitted: October 28, 2021

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Steven P. Pody

Nice 1840s flavor to it, and authentic in its concern and heartfelt nature. (Two Ls in disillusion.) Well done and loverly read. SPP

Thu, October 28th, 2021 1:38pm

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Thanks for the positive feedback (and the spellcheck - oops!).

Fri, October 29th, 2021 12:10pm

Brittany Nidds

Very nice!! Thanks for sharing!

Thu, October 28th, 2021 2:52pm

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Thank you.

Fri, October 29th, 2021 12:09pm

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