...A work of art, symmetrically uniform, dainty, refined, resplendent, picturesque, well-formed...these are just a few words that describe the beauty of a rose. Each stalk guarded with thorns. Interesting that Jesus wore a crown of thorns on his head as he hung on the cross. He, the head of the Church, bled from the thorn of a rosebush. He protected us then and He protects us now. We are His roses. I am His rose.
Oh, it was so wonderful to be greeted by these rich, colorful beauties this morning. I had been waiting, yet had forgotten how gloriously vibrant they are.
It was challenging to rightly capture the colors with my camera, so I headed out to the Garden of Eden at different times today.