True spirits of the word made from flesh
Draw Rose seekers to the world they knew.
Abandoned to the lonely inward road some
Find the woods adorned with thickets, where
Once blossoms adorned the rambling spire.
Continuing the journey with friends, joined
In a conversation always light and moving
With signs and symbols waiting to shape
The emerging path with rebounding turns,
Words spring forward in Summers embrace.
Waiting together for the passing of new time,
The benevolent patience she once spoke of,
Lends the place a weight of eager passage.
Passing on again to the familiar green hill,
Beyond the pit, where all that is unknown lies,
A brief sunbeam gleams shaping new light.
Speaking of the everyday needs I wonder,
In wonder and awe, do others see the vision?
The musical words come to speak out but
Are consumed in an everyday desire for petals.
In love beyond our time I revisited the spot.
It was never the same with yet familiar places.
Reaching beyond the words that speak of love,
Finding a place where harmony and pain meet:
Lives a place inhabited by the smiles of friendship;
A place where the patience of time breaths fully;
Where conversation flows with honeyed tones.
In that place her words are born in those who see.
Finding the Rose amongst the thorns, rich in scent,
At last full meaning, found in her majestic innocence.
David Scanlon – England – (1963 - )
Scanlon. D (2018) Speak of Love: Continuing Conversations. The Foolish Poet Press, Wilmslow, England. ROSE SEEKERS. Page Number 1.