THORNS AMONG THE ROSES

Oh, how can we in blatant anger yell,
and cast our love aside for some brief spell
of discontentment? Surely, don't you think
these bleak disturbances our love can quell?

The prickly thorns upon the blooming rose
are but a tiny part of that which grows
to fill the eyes with beauty and delight,
with petals fragranced sweet to pique the nose.

Let us not dwell upon life's small and trite
exasperations, losing precious sight
of pleasure which is well within our reach
to grasp; and hence, in reaching, rage takes flight.

Copyright 1994 Ruth Gillis

Received a First Place Award in the Spring 1994 issue of Feelings


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