Rhonda,

That was very beautiful. I love that. You are a loving Rose. <smile> <squeeze>

When I was little, my little brother, Joe, use to pick roses from 
Mom's beautiful Rose gardens. He would take the peddals off, and 
throw them all over me, starting with my head. It was kind of neat, 
anyway, because those soft loving rose peddals were sweet and loving, 
but I know Mom didn't like that, however she rarely caught him doing 
that. lol. The sensation of the peddals falling all over me, was a 
neat feeling.

I also love roses.

All flowers are so beautiful, and the represent love.

Love is from Jesus, God, and The Holy Spirit.

You are all loving! <squeeze>

Love,

Pat Ferguson



At 09:27 AM 6/25/2010, you wrote:
>That was a lovely poem Sharon!
>I have often thought people  are like roses. If you  speak 
>to  people with kind loving words, if you touch them gently, if you 
>hug them, listen to them, encourage them,  you then become like the 
>sun and rain helping them to grow in to what God meant them to be. 
>But if you use harsh words, if you push and shove, use touch to 
>hurt, if you criticize and make fun of their dreams and desires, it 
>is like a rose that has been deprived of sun and rain. They shrivel 
>up and die. People are like rose buds they sometimes close 
>themselves up tightly  to keep from  being hurt again, but a little 
>warmth, a little kindness, a litle taste of unconditional love and 
>they begin to open gradually at first.
>I do so love roses.....can you tell?
>
>Rhonda
>
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