It even has thorns to keep people back, away from its grandeur..
But, there in the nearness…waits the lioness, fixed and solid, a backdrop for the rose, really…
water flowing freely from her faucet…as a pool of water collects…one drop at a time…slowly, cautiously, ever so gently.
The rose is magnificent, the deep red color of blood, fire and heat…
It stands so proud, but so alone for now…so very alone…or so it thinks.
Maybe one day, the sun will pull the rose ever so slightly toward the lioness…and it will see that it is not alone after all.
They are both there in the garden together…a quiet, solitary, peaceful garden, where things grow and blossom, because, well, because they can.
The rose & lioness…
Later on…;Q
‘the donum’
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