| In the line of fire, there
stands a rose. A rose which you have placed directly in the
line of suffering. That rose starts to wither yet you take
the time to water it. That rose starts to fade yet you shade
it. That rose grows and Love in which you have given it is
thrown away. For the beauty of the rose is looked at from
the flower. Yet you still have compassion. The Love in which
He has shown is not comprehendible to anything besides the
creator. Love, is there such greater thing? |