A Rose-Bud Advises Man…

I asked a rose-bud, ‘who gave you your beauty? ’ And it replied, ‘my mother’s sap gave me! ’ I asked again, ‘who gave your mother plant, its sap? ’ It said, ‘the soil and rain by roots, the sun through leaves! ’ I asked the rose-bud, ‘who gave the soil, sun and rain such abilities? ’ It replied, ‘the One who made all things, and you and me! ’ And now the rose-bud asked me, ‘But why do you ask such questions? Are you not made beautiful too by the same One, Who made me, the moon, sky, soil and sun? And yet, like you, we cannot walk or run! ’ It continued, ‘we plants feel sad we cannot move like how you do! ’ ‘We buds grow bigger by each dawn; The Maker feels so happy when we’re born, And smiles on seeing us each morn, Turning ecstatic, when we blossom on, The landscape to perfume and to adorn – By morrow, most of us are almost gone! ’ I asked the rose-bud, ‘are the dew-drops then because you cry? ’ And it replied, ‘they are the tears of joy and sadness of God on high, Who knows we are born to sooner die.’ But tell me man, such questions, you ask, ‘why? ’ The rose-bud went on: ‘God gave you man, woman, a long life-span; And do many things, you surely can! ’ God made you far more beautiful! Be satisfied and be dutiful; God is our Master One, most wonderful! Praise Him, thank Him for all His gifts to you, bountiful! ’ Copyright by Dr John Celes 2-2-2010