Good Therapy: Sharing Timeless Entries from an Old Journal

Five Roses

I wandered off the main street today, needing a moment away from the noise and hurry. Along a quiet path, I found them—five wild roses, hidden and untouched, blooming as if the world had forgotten they were there.

Their gentle beauty caught me off guard. On a day heavy with distress, tears, and anxious thoughts about what lies ahead, those roses felt like a small mercy, an unexpected comfort waiting in silence.

As I stood there, I saw myself in them: lonely, set aside, overlooked. I wondered whether anyone ever noticed their quiet grace, or whether they bloomed unseen, just as I often feel unseen.

And then, as tears welled again, I remembered an old saying that tears are prayers without words. Perhaps God understands them better than I do. Perhaps He saw me there among the roses, and that was enough.

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Five Roses

Five fresh roses, growing wild,
tucked behind bushes along my path—
hidden far from passing eyes,
far from the main street’s chaos.
Only those walking the narrow way
pause for a moment of quiet grace,
charmed by an unexpected sight:
“What a pleasant surprise!”

I had a terrible morning when I found them.
Nothing had gone as planned,
nothing seemed to align.
Walking home in heavy thought,
fears of an uncertain future took hold,
and I wept soundly.

I, too, am among the lonely—
set aside, hidden,
seen only by a gentle few.
But are they truly delighted to see me?
Tears, tears, and more tears…
As an old woman once said,
“A language God understands.”

-jjf’25

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