The Rose
Sun 4.01.24,
Tomorrow being Easter we celebrate Jesus having risen from the dead, a time of hope and rejuvenation, with the garden’s fragile crocuses fighting their way through the earth’s hard crust and snow patches, to delight us with their spunk, we celebrate the coming spring.
Our world is in such turmoil, little children and their families being subjected to such horrors in Gaza, and nations goading one another pushing for war, a world war to determine the new hegemon. We are living in a historic period that will be written about and analyzed for a hundred years. Will it be a nuclear war? We are shuffled to and fro at the bidding of “our leaders.”
I offer this song by Janis Joplin to ease the heart’s turmoil.
Some say love, it is a river
That drowns the tender reed
Some say love, it is a razer
That leaves your soul to bleed
Some say love, it is a hunger
An endless, aching need
I say love, it is a flower
And you, it's only seed
It's the heart, afraid of breaking
That never learns to dance
It's the dream, afraid of waking
That never takes the chance
It's the one who won't be taken
Who cannot seem to give
And the soul afraid of dyin'
That never learns to live
When the night has been too lonely
And the road has been too long
And you think that love is only
For the lucky and the strong
Just remember, in the winter
Far beneath the bitter snows
Lies the seed, that with the sun's love
In the spring, becomes the rose