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A raindrop
landed upon the petal of the rose ,
lingered there ~
refined in elegant repose.
The rose laughed
in joy
and fragrant bloom.
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Then slowly,
delicately,
the raindrop slid,
until finally
it descended to the soil
in respite.
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Absorbed by the earth
to the roots it would flow,
unbeknownst to the rose
still there to help it grow.
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The rose
in sorrowful solitude
then looked up to the sky
from whence the raindrop came ~
its leaves held up in gratitude.
And in abundant mercy
the rain softly fell
from above.
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This is Love.
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“That which God said to the rose
and caused it to laugh in full-blown beauty,
He said to my heart,
and made it a hundred times more beautiful."
~ Rumi