Roses On My Doorstep

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Yesterday I woke to these.

No note. No name.

The gift given without need of acknowledgement.

Just given.

Silently left for me.

Who among my tribe knows how deeply the fragrance of a rose infuses the very center of every cell of my being?

This is intimate knowledge.

Is it plain I needed them yesterday in particular?

My transparency leaves me naked.

Did the angel smile a secret smile in the wee hours of morning

And that knowing was all the return needed for their effort?

I lifted those home grown beauties onto my lap

And rolled them slowly over to my center table;

Placed them there to watch over the house and me and Emma.

The fragrance lifted me high.

All of a sudden there was church.

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6 Responses to “Roses On My Doorstep”

  1. Adele on August 18th, 2015

    thank god we are all one xo

  2. Pam on August 18th, 2015

    So so beautiful, Cathy!

  3. SHARON on August 18th, 2015

    Beautiful and touching…

  4. Paul on August 18th, 2015

    “All of a sudden there was church.” I’ve actually never had that word evoke such a lovely feeling as here.

  5. gerry harty on August 18th, 2015

    The most beautiful thing I have ever heard…xoxo

  6. Barry on August 19th, 2015

    Heart warming …. for sure!

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