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My Rosebud |
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~A Rose Within~ |
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A certain woman planted a rose and watered it faithfully, |
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and before it blossomed, she examined it. |
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She saw the bud that would soon blossom and also the thorns. |
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and she thought, "How can any beautiful flower |
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come from a plant burdened with so many sharp thorns?" |
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and before it was ready to bloom, it died. |
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Saddened by this thought, she neglected to water the rose, |
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So it is with many people. |
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Within every soul there is a rose. |
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The god-like qualities planted in us at birth |
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grow amid the thorns of our faults. |
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Many of us look at ourselves |
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and see only the thorns and the defects. |
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We despair, thinking that nothing good |
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can possibly come from us. |
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We neglect to water the good withn us, |
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and eventually it dies. |
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We never realize our potential. |
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Some people do not see the rose within themselves: |
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someone else must show it to them. |
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One of the greatest gifts a person can possess |
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is to be able to reach past the thorns |
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and find the rose within others. |
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This is the chacteristic of love, |
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to look at a person, and knowing her faults, |
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overcome her faults. |
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and help her realize that she can |
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recognize the nobility in her soul, |
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If we show her the rose, |
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she will conquer the thorns, |
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Then will she blossom, blooming forth thirty, |
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sixty, a hundred-fold as it is given to her. |
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Our duty in this world is to help others |
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by showing them their roses and |
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not their thorns. |
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Only then can we achieve the love |
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we should feel for each other; |
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only then can we bloom in our own garden. |
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This page is dedicated to the cornerstone of my life. |
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My wife, Deneese |
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