Good Therapy: Sharing Timeless Entries from an Old Journal

Five Roses

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Five Roses

Five fresh roses growing wild, tucked in behind bushes on my path

Hidden far from the eyes of their passers-by;

Far from the chaos of the main street.

Only those who walked the narrow path had a moment to be refreshed-

from looking at them.

‘What a pleasant surprise!’

I had a horrible morning when I came across these roses.

Nothing seemed to go as planned on that day,

Nothing seemed to align itself on my way.

As I walked home, deep in an unusual meditation:

Images of the impossible future ahead seized my thoughts.

I wept soundly.

I am among the lonely; the set aside, hidden,

only for the few eyes to see me.

But are they truly delighted to have seen me?

Tears, tears, tears….and more tears–

“An old lady once said, ‘A language God understands.’”

-jjf’25

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