The Broken Rose
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The Broken Rose
Who would love the blossomed rose—
Luster her alluring pow’r,
Fragrance of arousal crowned?
Lovers all ablaze surround—
Bloom and root and stem devour.
Who would want the broken rose?
Seared in sin, in ashes grown;
Tortured pale, her petals torn;
Leaves are lost and left the thorn
Naked on the stem, alone.
Jesus wants the broken rose
While her twisted shape is thrown,
Shriveled, to the wilting scorn:
“Leave, oh, leave her not forlorn,”
Wept and whispered for his own.
Jesus loves the broken rose,
Waters with a bleeding show’r;
Root has gripped the sanguine ground;
Drops of blood, their riches found,
Rise through stem and red the flow’r.
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Photo by David Garzon
Posted on August 26, 2009, in Artsy fartsy, Poetry and tagged grace, guilt, love, poem, rejection, rose, sex, shame, sin. Bookmark the permalink. 4 Comments.
Great poem Dave.
Did you really write that poem, Dave? I really like it.
Yeah, just to be clear, I did write it. Thanks for the compliments!
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