In a dry and desert wilderness there stands a beautiful red rose
with roots that go deep into the ground
so lonely, the rose begins to cry out to the Lord
where are you my Lord have you forgotten me ?
why have you left
me alone in this place where I
will die from thirst I call to you but you do not
answer and if you do I cannot hear
you. I do not feel
your presence I see so many miracles for other flowers
your hands move quickly for them. are
you still hear with me
why can't I feel you, my Spirit is so dry and I' am weary
My beautiful Peddles are wilting and falling from my body
it is so hard to hold on to you and your promises
I'm tired
and my faith is failing me. In this place there is no one to see
no one to speak to even the animals
pass by and do not speak.
oh my Lord where are you in my time of distress and despair
my tears are dried up and
they come no more. when shall my
morning come, when will I feel Love again, where is the joy of
my beauty in you
Lord
I cant pray or worship for I have nothing
else to say oh how I
long to just have a moment with you just to hear your voice
I know I could go another day but
I cant find you. will you not rain down on me
I'm thirsty for the living water where is the rain Lord I'm dying
Everyday in the hot scorching sun the Rose loses her strength.
one day
the very last peddles of the rose falls to the ground
Lord! the rose say's can you hear the last beating
of
my heart in a moment one last beat and with her dying breath
the Rose cries out Lord please!
send the rain. she
bows her head and dies.
A sound of silence is in the air as the
Angels look down on the Rose
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then a sound is heard one trickle of rain then two then three after a few
moments a rushing sound
of water from heaven is flowing in the desert until it reaches
the rose but there is no life to be found in her
the
second day rain again falls on the dead rose and still nothing
the third day the sun rises and the rain falls and the
Spirit of the
Lord breathes upon the lifeless rose
out of the ground a miracle takes place a beautiful rose
appears in its full blossom
oh my
the rose say's what has happened I'm alive again how beautiful I' am
but I look different I smell different
I do not have thorns and my peddles are not only
red but gold I have never seen myself like this or any other rose look
like this the rose lifts her head to the heavens, and there she sees a rainbow in the sky
and remembers the covenant
of the Lord
how happy the rose was to know that she was not forgotten by her maker.
she said to the Lord but I' am still in this desert what now will you do with me?
as
the rose spoke this a farmer dressed in white came by and stood next to the rose
and said now I will pluck you up with
all your roots and plant you in a beautiful garden
the farmer plucked the rose up, and held her in his hand so gently.
he began
to walk through the
desert in a moment the rose noticed the desert turned into a heavenly place filled
with praise and worship she knew this must be heaven. the farmer said to her
here are two gardens chose which one you
want to be planted in.
she then looked to her left there was
a blossoming garden filled with all kinds of flowers
oh I like this garden she said its so pretty and I would do well
here
just then the rose looked to her right and saw another garden
these flowers were not so beautiful many of
them were worn and wilted the rose said
Lord please plant me here in this beautiful garden with the flowers that are
not
so full of life for
here I can shine here I can tell of my Life and your Love
so the farmer smiled at the rose and said
oh how please I' am that you chose
this garden they need
to know that I' am with them I have not forsaken
them here in this garden
I will use you to bring
back to life the Flowers I created them to be they shall find
life in me and they
will know my Love through
you. The rose looked at the farmer his eyes were filled with tears
as he smiled
and said dear rose I have been
with you all this time but you needed to die to self so you could see
the glory
of my father at that moment
the rose then knew she had been resting in the hands of her master
the one she
so desperately cried out to was now holding her,
and the best thing of all the rose realized her master
was pleased with
her so the rose begin to sing
she sang a new song that filled the heavens with the aroma of joy.
and it pleased the father.
Written
by Rabbi,
Leora Bat Mariam
2006-12-07
