Sunday, December 5, 2010

Images of Roses



Images of Roses began coming to me more and more as I realized my dedication to the Academy. And the more I knew I had found a Home, the closer I felt to Mervyn Brady.
 The Images of the Roses were being used as parallels, as if I was being told stories about the impermanence of life here in the flesh, and about the Eternal Rose, which is a parallel to the Soul, and to God.
 The messages started as prose and then began to come through as poetry.
 One day, the Hydrogens were rising. I sat at a desk doing what my non-poetic machine could do to get the words about the Roses onto paper.
My four year old daughter sat on the floor nearby playing with flashcards.
  I got up and walked to the next room to wash a dish.
As I looked out the window there I said aloud, "Mervyn, wouldn't it be nice if you could give me some definite sign that YOU are telling me what to write, and that you are giving me this poem."
 I turned off the water.
I turned around.
Behind me on the floor lay two flashcards.
Perfectly placed, one next to the other.
 In another room, not the one in which my daughter played.
Two cards, each one bearing a red rose.
Perfectly placed there by my daughter, I assume,
who was without knowledge of what I was writing about
because I never told her.
 And here is the poem:
  
THE ETERNAL ROSE

I Am A Rose,
Made in the image and Likeness of God.
An Eternal Rose,
Made in the Likeness of God.

But each moment, a Rose, impermanent fades.
It opens, then will close.
Don't handle it, but take in each scent carefully,
Take in each moment, a Rose.

Let each moment go. Some smell sweet,
Others don't.
Some have thorns.
Love and let go.

You are a Rose,
An Eternal Rose,
Always in Bloom
Like the Rose of God
Who gives us moments
Each One a Rose
To smell and let go
Until A Soul
An Eternal Rose
Knows It Is In Bloom,
And Then Lives Forever.

With All My Love,
V

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