Fragrance Of A Rose Poem by Starfish ZA

The grass withereth, the flower fadeth: but the word of our God shall stand for ever.' (Isaiah 40 :)

Beautiful rose, soft petals, radiant colour and a fragrance to tickle my senses. I hold the rose against my cheek and delight in the closeness of the beautiful creation of God. This is probably more or less the same feeling that I have when I think of our Father's hand on my life, His dwelling in my heart and His outrageous Grace.

I know that the sense of the flower in reality has been something that has been void of my life for some time. But even through these times of lack, I could close my eyes and take my mind back to the pleasurable memories of when I had them in my hands, and face buried in them.

Even though their petals turn a different shade and dropp off, and we so easily toss them into the rubbish bin, we forget that these flowers create a beautiful memory, an awesome experience of being in tune with His finest creation. Picking up a dried petal, the fragrance lingers and fills our hearts and minds with renewed joy and familiarity of the beauty it still holds.

This is how our faith should be, our relationship with the One who breathed life in us. At thoughts of Him, we should be gasping at the beauty of His gift and grace, and even in rough times, we should hold onto the gentle fragrance of His undying love. We should thirst after Him and seek to keep our hearts beating to the whispers of His promise. A Promise as His Word, remains unchanged for you and me.