Wedding Rose
In My Garden
The stem stretches tall to reach for the sky. Growing straight and true as to follow the straight and narrow. Reaching up in much the same way we do when our dreams are young.
A top the stem, a flower, a crown, as though His Majesty on High. So gentle, tender, a delicate symbol of the passion we share and God shares with us.
Ah, the red of the rose, red is the color of Christ love. Red the color that flowed freely. The color of life as it dripped to the ground.
The rose has thorns, the sting of death. The wedding rose has it's thorns removed, representing the removal of the sting of death in Jesus our Lord.
A bow of white ribbon tied with tails hanging down. White for the Holy Spirit. The bow shows His tie with us as He lives in our spirits. The tails suggest His coming down from heaven as on the wings of a dove.
A wrapping of white tissue paper. The cradling by the Holy One, in the envelope of Gods love.
Timothy G. Me
cultivated soil.It is so exhilarating to press the moist soft earth through my fingers.
Adding a rich mixture of natural fertlizers. I like natural because the pleasure of working the soil without gloves or other hand covering, is in and of itself, so fulfilling and naturally complete.
Having the soil satisfied to the point of high fertility I
would press in a host of seeds.
Seeds of all sorts, ranging from:
CORN with it's ears to hear the reality of your tenderly
spoken words of encouragement.
BEETS to break forth from the ground as a birthing of
natures best, with it's green tree of life waving above.
CARROTS with it's penetrating bright orange root,
driving deep into the depth of richly fertilized soil.
TOMATOES my love apples. Such a round lavish fruit, but so delicate. If tender care is not properly upheld it can be easily smashed, spoiled.
I would guard the garden of our love with special
attention, throughout all our lives. The need to dispel
the weeds of dispassion IS PARAMOUNT.
Timothy G. Me