The Rose

When I tried to use it, I found it to be very delicate;
It could be easily broken, and
It took a long time to heal as well
So I kept it hidden deep inside
It remained in darkness for a long time
Covered by the layers of ignorance, doubt and fear ..

Then one day I thought of giving it to Him ..

It was a delicate rose
It was not the purest or the loveliest of them all
And I was struck with hesitation and apprehension
What chance had my rose against the other perfect ones?
Would this rose, broken multiple times, be accepted at all?
Would this rose, tainted by ego and ignorance, be considered pure?
Or .. or would it be merely accepted and thrown away
to be trampled under the feet of another?

But I decided to offer it to Him anyway ..
at least I could try.
When He came close, I held it out to Him
And ignoring the other beautiful perfect flowers being offered
He leaned towards me, beckoned me closer,
And lovingly took my rose from me.

And in front of my eyes, He transformed it
Into a brilliant crystal
That multiplied the sun's rays entering into
A myriad of sparkling colored rays

And as I wondered if it was really my flower that was shining so brightly,
He lovingly responded that unknown to me He had been using
every experience in life to transform the flower of my heart into
this!! This delightful blazing diamond.

His delightful blazing diamond.