I was captivated by these roses this morning. They beckoned Anita and me outside. The wonder of their beauty amidst so much death was almost mystical.
It reminded me of John Keats' poem Ode to a Grecian Urn which ends:
""Beauty is truth, truth beauty," – that is all
Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know."
Roses romance us. Their beauty beckons despite thorns, and today in this picture, death. They invite us to love despite risk. Love is worth it. It's about the love after all.
Keep risking loving, not for external rewards, but for love itself. When love is truly moving in me, little else matters. It is the fundamental Creative Force of God. When I am moving with it, I can stop focusing on whatever may be ugly and feed the beautiful in me and around me. That's a huge gift of the rest that works.
More power to you in saying "Yes" to your yearning to love in truly beautiful ways. Ask for Heavenly Help and then feel for it. It will be there. Thanks for journeying together.