The ground leading from the hill was rocky. The earth was hostile to life. When a precious soul died on the cross, precious blood was spilled. As his body was taken down and carried to the tomb, drops of his sacred blood stained the ground. Quietly he lay for 3 days then he rose up and was gone. What happened next was miraculous, and many could not believe, but then they considered who had died and rose again so it was no wonder what they saw. On the path from the hill to the tomb where each drop of blood had stained the earth, a Rose came forth and bloomed in the brightest Red hue that had ever been seen. The flowers were mesmerizing and had an aroma that could not be explained. The smell filled the air like sweet morning due, then after a few days the flowers were gone. From then on at an appointed time, along a rough stony path leading from a rocky hill, Roses would regrow each year as though they knew something we did not. Perhaps the fact that they are there is enough, a testimony that he is alive still.