I apologize. I am not typically this flowery (no pun intended, I promise) in language, but I wanted to share this moment before it went away. I hope I don't regret this unfiltered moment.
I saw the sun rise today on my way to the garden and I am breathless as the vibrant sky expands before me. Under the spread of dusky pinks and hazy purples, the world awakens, banishing the dark night sky with the arrival of the sun.
I sit in this Rose Garden and I marvel at its simple beauty found in their delicate flowers. Everywhere, there are cascades of flowers, lending to the air their sweet fragrance. Roses fill the garden with their graceful, delicate beauty; their soft and bright colors of reds and blues, pinks and purples, yellows and oranges. The beauty of this garden can barely be contained in the middle of this dreary city.
I am overwhelmed with this hidden reflection of Eden.
The beauty of creation unfolds before me. Like Eve, I forget my place in it. I am uncertain, unsure. I have hidden what I have to offer for so long that I no longer remember that deep within me is a beauty ready to blossom; this fragile rose in midst of these present weary circumstances.
Do you, O Lord, see me and wonder at the beauty you have created in me?
